Finding my Loaf of Bread
Published: 2019-05-07
I made my first loaf of bread last Saturday.
I've been watching a lot of "The Great British Bakeoff" (or "Baking Show" if you're in the US, because of trademark reasons). Watching people on your television make intricate, creative, and most importantly delicious-looking baked goods, the desire to try it yourself becomes irresistable. Both my wife and I have tried some things we've seen on the show, to decent result. However, I've never really been a "Baker" - I've generally avoided the big hot box that sits underneath the stove, and would tell people that me and that box didn't really get along well.
Despite this, the drive to try it out was too much to handle. I made use of the fact that my wife was out of town this past weekend to give me some buffer time: if things turned out well, I'd have a nice surprise for her when she returned; if I screwed up things or made a complete mess of the kitchen, I'd have time to destroy the evidence. :D