It's no news that the temperatures have been on the brink of record-breaking ones. Just the other day, Brandon told me it was a mere 3 degrees when he left for work. Does that make me me feel a little guilty staying in the warm, comfortable bed while he gets up early to make it to work? It sure does. But I try to make up for it in other ways. Like making homemade bread.
I have almost mastered this 100% whole wheat bread recipe I got from a lady in my ward. Almost is the key word. Everything has to be just right. Today, I threw out the first batch of dough because it was too sticky. The second batch of yeast didn't rise. I was about to give up, but I tried one more time. And I'm glad I did.
Because the result was amazing! And worth it. Blake has eaten 3 pieces already and I'm close behind. Brandon better hurry home before it is all gone. Our house now smells like a bakery and it has reduced every ounce of guilt I have felt for being a little lazy this week so far.
Warm bread straight from the oven is just what we needed during this ever so cold winter. Now, please excuse me while I go eat some more.
Labels: From the Kitchen