As of last Saturday, Jan. 27, 2018, I am officially an apprentice self-taught bread baker, and I made bread all weekend long. In two days, El Hub, Connor and I have already eaten two huge loaves. TWO!
If you want a ? loaf — or loaves — and you happen to be within cat walking distance, let me know. I can hook you up. First come, first serve!
Granted, I can’t guarantee that the loaves will be aesthetically pleasing. After all, this isn’t The Great British Baking Show (Paul Hollywood would talk mad crap about my loaves), but they should be edible…ish.
Haha!
I’m totally for #allthecarbs, but there’s going to have to be some kind of rationing or self-control involved, because I can’t keep eating this much bread… I just can’t. I actually made three loaves on Saturday — one rustic no-knead loaf that I proofed overnight, and two French bread loaves that proofed for a couple hours. I gave one of the French breads to Cindy as a belated birthday present when I saw her on Sunday before we went to the museum.
Well, it was supposed to be French bread, but it looked like a focaccia gone wrong… It might have been the weirdest, or the most awesome, birthday present I’ve ever given anyone.
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