For many years I did just that, but I was anything but happy with the bread. Some of the loaves were too soft, others too hard, others still too tasteless.
Being European, I was used to a wide variety of bread and when I say a wide variety I mean that at any given time I had the choice of between 25 to 30 different kinds of breads.
Some were available at the supermarket, some in typical bread houses and some were home deliveries. If someone was at home bread would be accepted and paid for, if not, the bread man would leave the delivery on the windowsill or near the front door.
It was convenient, but sometimes things went a little wrong. For instance, if it rained (which it did quite frequently) the bread would get wet. Or, hungry birds would notice the bread and start pecking at it.
Other than lack of variety, I found Canadian bread fairly tasteless. Over the years I’ve tried different kinds and … none of them were particularly good. And then one day, I found perfection. A white bread that looked like a French loaf, only broader and shorter and more importantly, delicious. The only down point was … within no time I would see green mold specs, so sometimes half a loaf would be thrown out.
So fed up with tasteless bread and wasting money on bread that grown mold within two or three days, I decided to have a go at it myself.
The first attempt didn’t amount to much, there was nothing wrong with the taste of the bread but as you if was a little flat.