Just call me Betty

As in, Crocker.

Or, you might just call me crazy.

On Sunday I decided to make my own bread.

There were several motivating factors:

1) I now have a kitchen with enough space to do something like this
2) I now have a dishwasher
3) I enjoy making stuff from scratch
4) I wanted to see if this might be an occasional way to make something healthier and cheaper than what I buy at the store

I used this recipe for "Kid-Friendly Wheat Bread", but since I don't have a bread machine, or a mixer with a dough hook (or whatever it's called), I found these instructions to help me with the mixing/kneading part.

And yes, you read that right. I did everything by hand. It made me feel a little bit like a genuine pioneer woman.

Except that I have central air.

And a dishwasher.

And I wasn't wearing any form of a petticoat.

Isn't "petticoat" a funny word?

Ok, let's focus and get back on topic here. Where was I? Oh yes, the bread.

I was very pleased with the results. When it was warm out of the oven it was oh so very yummy! It wasn't quite as melt-in-your-mouth-yummy the next day, but it was still good.

I'm not sure if I'll be making my own bread on a regular basis, but at least I am no longer intimidated to try my hand at other yeast breads. The whole process was actually much easier than I thought it would be.

Here is a picture of the half-eaten results:



This success has spurred me on to try other recipes and to do more baking this year. Maybe I'll finally get around to making these. I've never tasted them, but they look absolutely delicious in Sara's picture and she has assured me that they taste as good (or better) than they look!