As I mentioned in class, Mark Bittman's bread recipe was a staple in the immunology lab I worked for. I remember by boss would pick me up in the morning, we were neighbors, and we would drive into the city together. Every Wednesday, her husband Karl would wake up early and make two loaves. One for his family, and one for our lab family. I remember sitting in the passenger seat of her car, the warm bread nestled in a woven basket under a gingham kitchen towel keeping my lap warm.
Part I
Two subjects during this Thursday’s lecture intrigued me— salt and bees— so I took a shot in the dark and searched to see if they happen to be interconnected with each other. To my surprise, they did!