Yup, that's me and my first loaf of bread. That I made. OK so it was with a breadmaker but I dumped all the stuff in, didn't I? So what if sometime I get the yeast/water/flour proportions a little off and it sinks in the middle? (When that happens, we call it bunny bread because when you slice it, it looks like the bread has ears like a bunny.) Kevin has awarded me exponential domesticity points because of my new found hobby. And you'll be pleased to know, dear mother-in-law, that I haven't purchased a loaf of bread from the grocery store since the breadmaker made its debut in my kitchen. If any of you remember my Blog post from last year expressing my disdain for Martha Stewart, I think I'm over that now because I'm pretty sure she & I are on an equal playing field now.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
B: Bread Mania
The rest of my family really puts me to shame when it comes to domesticity. Sister Sarah--well what doesn't she do? She bakes, sews, knits, and churns her own butter (maybe not the butter thing but I wouldn't put it past her one day.) Sister Shannon crochets like a champ (I'm so far from that, I don't even know how to spell it!) Me? Well...umm...does running count as domestic? I can cook and put food on the table but I don't delight in the crafty/cook-y side of life like these ladies. But all of that changed at Christmas thanks to my dear mother-in-law! I am now a bread maker!