Friday, October 2, 2009
COOKING WITH MOM'S THE WORD: THE BREAD HAS LANDED
Welcome to another episode of Cooking With Mom's The Word! Glad to have you back.
I did it! I finally put me out of your misery! That's right. I stopped saying "I want to bake my own bread" and actually did it. Yes, ma'am (and sirs)!
I have a bread maker but have a little bit of Laura Ingalls Wilder in me and really felt like I wanted to do it myself. Just so I could have bragging rights.
First I found a recipe that I liked, made my bread (from scratch, kneading and all) and wrote this post. Then I googled the word "recipe" because it just didn't look right, regardless of what spell-checker said.
While making my own bread I learned a few things about myself:
1. I have an apron for a reason.
2. An apron will do me no good sitting in the drawer.
3. If I am not going to wear an apron I should not wear a nice shirt.
4. Flour is not meant to be worn and it really does nothing for my skin tone.
5. When I bake I will use practically every dish in the kitchen, just like my father did.
6. When it's time for clean up, I will be the one doing the cleanup, just like my mother did (while my father recovered from his morning of strenuous bread making).
7. Whenever I am baking I suddenly become very popular, but very lonely. The phone rings, decisions need to be made, my mother needs me to do something for her, my son has a question, the dog needs to go out, and apparently nobody can do it but me.
8. When I am baking, everybody disappears. I can't decide if I should be insulted or grateful.
9. The smell of baking bread should be bottled. I'd buy it!
10. A loaf of bread is a beautiful thing.