. . . and bread is my latest fixation. Ciabatta . . . focaccia . . . challah . . . brioche . . . yum! I’ve been making bread like a fiend, and then sending loaves off to neighbors and friends.
Yesterday I was making Challah and nearly burned out my Kitchenaid mixer, so I had to spend half the day researching the latest models so I can find something that’s up to the task of bread-making. Anyway, after I braided two loaves, I thought about the boys across the street (ages 10 and 8, I think) who, bless their hearts, like my bread. So I called their mother and asked if they wanted to come over after school and braid their own loaves.
Long story short, they did. They braided their own loaves, took them home to let them rise and bake, and then sent me pictures. 🙂
|Click/zoom to see the neighborhood sentry|
|Ciabatta dough getting ready to run away|
|The Bread Factory|
The other day I made a ciabatta dough, plopped it in the biggest bowl I had, and went off to take a shower. By the time I came back, it was climbing out of the bowl. So from now on, I think I’m just going to leave the dough on the counter and cover it with damp (clean) dish towels. 🙂 That works better. (The ciabatta photo is the one that looks like plaster footprints.) 🙂
Enjoy! And I hope you can take some time out to bake something today. It’s therapeutic!
P.S. And yes, I’m sure my next book will feature a bakery!