just call me betty crocker
Ever since I became an adult (and I use that term very loosely), and moved out of my parents' house, my mom has tried, pretty much unsuccessfully, to impress upon me the value of being domestic. Mostly this comes in the form of gardening tips and 'easy-to-make' recipes. I think she's vaguely worried that I'm not eating well enough. And while I pretty much agree with her, I have to say, none of her suggestions have really ever taken hold.
Her latest salvo, when I went home for the holidays, was to inform me of an artisan bread recipe she'd recently found that made making your own bread at home a fairly painless affair. I told her I'd take it home with me, but not to hold her breath that I'd actually use it or anything.
For some unfathomable reason, yesterday I decided to give it a try. And you know what? She was right. It was pretty painless and the results are surprisingly edible.
Mostly I was hoping for bread for sandwiches as that's how I consume most of my grains, and this shape isn't really suitable for such a use, so I need to figure out how to turn it into a more traditional loaf shape, but other than that minor concern, I think I'll be making my own bread from now on.