One of my most fond memories from childhood was walking to the grocery store with my mom. The bakery section was always one of the first stops. This made my day because that meant I got to reach down in the brown paper bag that housed a loaf of warm french bread and pull off a big hunk to eat while we finished the shopping. There is something about the smell, taste, and feel of freshly baked bread that rivals just about anything in the culinary world. I have had a lot of trouble baking a decent loaf of French bread. With so many delicious versions out there; from the sliced…