I am unwell.
Lets just blame everything
So what if it is just the
flu/cold that everyone else has?
I have it, so it is horrible!
There has been a lot of reading
happening here because of this.
Much couch time while supervising
"the students" in their various
Well, in the book I finished
yesterday, there were so many
references to kneading bread,
baking bread and all things
bread-like that I just could not
wait to make more bread. So...
I made my dough.
Dough for the yummy French sweet bread
and a new Amish White Bread recipe.
It was so wonderful.
My family laughed
at my enjoyment.
Who knew that making bread was so
fulfilling and fun!
As I cut the dough and made my pretty
braids...I have decided that rather than
two larger braided loaves I enjoy making
several tiny braided loaves...remember, I
am a rebel. You can read about that here.
Anyway, as I braided away I was
having a wonderful time.
The bread rose and was finally oven ready.
Into the hot oven it went.
Here is where things go awry...
Because I am not feeling well,
I don't want the dogs snuggling.
They love to snuggle. Whether I am
on the couch or in my sick bed.
So, I went in my room and closed the
door to keep them OUT. Poor things.
I was watching an old episode of
Seinfeld. The one where Kramer bastes
himself in butter up on the roof of their
burnt to a crisp, ironically.
Finally, I begin to smell bread. Through
the closed door and with a nose that is
functioning at about half.
Then, was that the timer
beeper, I heard?
It was...wonder how long
that had been going off?
My poor little breads.
They are very dark.
Still edible but not as wonderful as they
should be. The sad thing is that the dough
rose beautifully. It smelled so good. We
were so ready for perfection.
The white bread is fine.
Not as good as Karen's Whole
Wheat recipe though. I'll be
making that again very soon.
Maybe I'll wait a couple of days
until both my nose and ears work