I loved potato bread as a kid. Cloud-like, fluffy white bread, a cross between a quilt and a cake. My tastes have developed a bit now, but I still love the flavors of potato bread. This loaf is a call-out to those days as a kid eating pastrami sandwiches on the floor in front of cartoons, drinking pink lemonade to my heart’s content. Only this version is homemade, hand-kneaded, and just the way I want it.