I used to bake bread as a child with my dad's mother while visiting California. We got to customize our bread with chocolate chips or raisins or really whatever we wanted. My brother and I would make mini-loafs while my grandmother baked loaves of white bread for she and my grandfather. I do not think she ever ever had store-bought bread in the house.
I have been re-introduced to the wonders of bread making through the book Feeding the Whole Family by Cynthia Lair. My brother also has some experience with it so he has helped me along a bit. I don't know why it has just occurred to me to try baking our bread--I LOVE bread, love it more than any other food and a piece of warm bread just out of the oven could make my whole week. I made the recipe for Whole Grain Bread out of Lair's book a couple of weeks ago and it came out tasting more like a brick then it did bread. I decided to give that same recipe another shot this week. I need to make a couple of changes but, overall, not too bad.
AND our whole house smells like fresh baked bread. What a way to fall asleep...
2 comments:
Ahh! You've been bitten by the homemade bread bug too! I didn't know that you used to bake with your grandma. That's really cool! What a nice memory to inform the new traditions you're starting today with your little ones. Did they "help" with the baking, or were they already asleep?
yum! Can you send some this way please.
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