Well, as long as it's one loaf at a time. Hail to the bakers who are up at the crack of dawn, making hundreds or thousands of loaves a day. I've never been a huge bread person but every once in a while I like a warm piece of toast, slathered in butter. It takes me back to my childhood, especially when the days are cool. I've decided, for the time being to make my own bread. It's been several years since I've done this and I think it will be a while before the loaves are to my exact liking.
Why? Bread is expensive and more importantly you never know what the heck many companies are really putting into it. Plus I can use different types of flours and grains to make it as healthy as I want. And who isn't proud of anything that they made?
When I was growing up my mom always made our bread. We never had the store bought stuff. Because she was a working mom, the bread making was always done in the middle of the night. Which also meant my sister and I would always awaken during the baking process to the sweet smell of yummy, yeasty bread. We were allowed one slice, covered in butter or not, before we were ushered back to bed. Just one of many great childhood memories.
Do you have any childhood baking memories, that you still love as an adult?
Till next time,