In a word...heavenly.
Tara assured me that anyone, even a non-baker, can bake bread following the simple instructions laid out in her handy dandy book. In turn, I assured her that I'm not a baker. Who can forget the Chocolate Chip Cookies of 2006 where I doubled the butter but forgot to double everything else? Or the Great Breadstick Fiasco of 2001 which resulted in breadsticks that resembled drumsticks in size, shape, texture and taste? Or even more recently, Broken Pie.
But I was intrigued. Could it really be as easy as Tara said? She loaned me the book - a collection of beautifully simple recipes encased in a colorful cover illustrating perfect artisan bread. It temptingly teased as it sat on my counter. It begged me to try to bake bread. To clear my mind of past baking disasters. To reaquaint myself with a task my ancestors did on an almost daily basis. To delve into an craft that brought together yeast and flour instead of thread and felt.
It also looked really yummy.
So, yesterday, with my chores mostly finished, I opened the book and began to bake bread.
And, because I thought it best to document this historic process, I took pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.
The most important first step is to have a good sous chef. Joseph, my normal partner-in-culinary-crime was taking a nap, so I drafted Elizabeth. She was more than happy to help Mommy out.
After we established that all the enthusaism in the world wouldn't help her read the recipe, I took control of the book while she looked on, measuring spoon in hand.
Mandy Dawson is a mom and wife living on the beautiful Central Coast of California. She shares her forays into the world of children, crafting and gardening on her blog http://inmandyland.blogspot.
com/. She's a member of SLOCountyMommies where she's met many like minded women who encourage her domestic addictions while supporting her domestic failures.