.png)
_edited.png){kind=small}
So today was an exercise in making bread for no reason other than I'm probably going mildly insane. This was my second attempt at something I never ever had any interest in. The first time was a close fail. In total Dianne mode I couldn't find the recipe I had when shopping earlier at the supermarket. I had no Internet connection at home, couldn't retrieve the darned thing and was already in the commitment zone, the yeast was ready and set to go. Reason would say at that moment hey Dianne, girl it's only 79 cents of yeast just toss it down the drain. Nope, reason failed me too. So my only friend at 4:00PM in the evening (dinner time) was going to have to be my failing memory. Poor thing it tried. I got bits and pieces like the measurement of the flour, but for the life of me I couldn't pin down the measurements for the rest of the ingredients. One out of nine wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. So, the perhaps this is what I do, maybe it's this amount and I think this is about right had to do. I added a dash of total idiot to the mix and then I let a whole heap of distant memories of my grandmother making bread on Saturday evenings before going to mass fill in the rest. At that point, the warm smell of freshly baked bread just out the oven was all I could think about. When I was a kid it would call me home with my friends Scottie and Charlene almost always in tow. So I jumped in, wrist deep in flour. It didn't work and I was disappointed. Today I woke up wanting that smell or maybe in retrospect it was to go home in that memory. So, looking like a poster child for insanity in PJS, a hat, some fuzzy slippers and not enough coffee in me, I went looking for yeast. Today I was going to make bread and I didn't care who saw me in full hobo wear. Today I got the recipe and my bread was beautiful. Sometimes, things don't always work out for one reason or another and mostly because we are not prepared.
I'm glad it didn't the first time. Was it edible? Yes but it wasn't right and it made me a mad enough woman to try again. This time I was more prepared and the stars were aligned. It was, I'm proud to say, my unconventional act of valor for the week in spite of. Next week it might be fried green tomatoes. I just saw the movie again. Hey I'm older and I have more insurance.
www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/basic-homemade-bread
Comments