I don’t know where you live, but it is winter. It might just be rainy and dreary where you are. It is cold, the days are short, and it is snowing here. So, I got up this morning and decided to warm the place up with some homemade bread.
I love the whole process. Adding the yeast to warm water makes me feel like a chemist or a brewer. Kneading the bread can help you take out your frustrations and get your blood going. Letting it rise teaches you patience and raises the anticipation of a good thing to come.
I picked out one of my sister’s favorite recipes. She says it makes the best toast. It will only be toast if it lasts until the second day, past the warm melt in your mouth period.
It is white bread. You might think it rather ordinary. I had all of the ingredients in the pantry so I did not have to go to the grocery store. It has an ordinary reputation, but I have never thought homemade bread to be ordinary. It has store bought bread beat every time. Maybe it is because I am there when it comes out of the oven. It is one of the smells that takes away the dead of winter. It makes you smile. It is nostalgic. And it tastes good.
I can eat it warm with butter or olive oil. I love it with soup. I had my first piece with sharp cheddar cheese. How about with honey? Tastes better warm.
I am cooking for two now. It used to be that the second loaf did not have to be frozen. This time it will hit the freezer and I will just have to remember the smell of the bread coming out of the oven when I eat the second loaf.