I could make all sorts of awful puns about this No Knead Bread, but I just don't have it in me. Consider yourselves spared.
In times of economic uncertainty,
during which you freak out like a mad woman, buy three bags - that's right, three - of practically nutrition-less white bread flour, the kind you normally spurn,
it's heartening to know that they will all be used. The confidence a loaf of bread made all by your self can instill is enough to make the heart race. Especially one that crackles audibly as you lift it from cast-iron pot to rack, cracks satisfyingly down the middle like a real peasant loaf and has a crumb so good that the elder of your two step-sons asks which bakery you bought it from.
A proper baker I am not, nor likely ever to be, but if I can make a loaf this good several times a week (and let's be honest; as Jim Lahey suggests, a toddler could make this and I'll add, probably whilst blind-folded) then I am certain that we shall eat like royalty.
Whatever the economy throws at us.