It all started when I got on a, "I'm a bad mom because my kids eat a lot of processed food" kick. I got a great recipe from a good friend of mine. I started my, "You can do this" and "You are gonna rock that kitchen with your bread bakin' skills" thoughts a couple days before.
The day arrived, I guess I should say, the evening arrived. Yes, folks, I didn't start my new adventure until 7 pm at night. Not sure why my wonderful mother didn't say, "That's a little late to start your new life as a bread bakin' mama, Maggie." It wasn't like she didn't have the chance to clue me in during one of the 42 calls I made to get her reassurance and guidance. Who knew you had to let the dough rise 3 different times for nearly an hour each time. My great recipe only said, "till it doubles in size".
I suspected that I would be up late, but wasn't planning on missing the buzzer on my oven going off at 1:30 am because I fell asleep on the couch. Needless to say, when I woke up at 2:45 am, the bread was black, my heart was crushed, and my will to bake bread was dead.
But, alas, the call to bake bread for a Relief Society function next month brought it back from extinction. I was not going to be defeated by a lump of flour and water (don't worry, I added a few other things, too). Now I can say with pride, "I baked bread.....and it was good, real good".
4 comments:
congratulations my friend! i'm so proud!
I'm impressed.
Your bread looks so yummy! I haven't made bread for a while, but I have done it. Joshua eats homemade bread like it's a dessert- after every meal. And it doesn't last long enough to use for things like sandwiches. :) I should make some more bread- thanks for the motivation!!
Yeah Mags!!! Your first attempt sounds like a LOT of my first, second or third attempt at things.
I love your FHE posts. You are so great and fun, meaningful FHE's! Thanks for the good ideas and inspirations.
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