This could go all totally wrong. Last time this happened I spent days dusted in flour and ended up in tears and Mac Daddy brought me home a bread machine.
Yup. I'm gonna try to make homemade bread.
I don't know what it is about bread. I can bake cakes and cookies and tarts and pies. I can make custard and pumpkin roll and poached pears and cheesecake. But not bread.
I don't know if its the yeast or the humidity or the cat hair but every attempt I've made has resulted in either a brick or a flat doughy thing that casually resembles the belly roll of an old man in tight pants.
If only I could give up on the dream of making fresh bread for Mac Daddy. He loves bread. He stops on his way home some days just to buy a fresh loaf of crusty grainy bread to have with dinner. It pains me to see him walk in the door with that paper bag. I wish he could just come home and open the door and have the smell of fresh bread waft around his head.
Okay... well thats half the story. The other half is that I'm really angry that I can't make bread. Dammit.
So I've heard lots of good stuff about this book and this method and its supposed to be easy and even quick so we'll see. I'm not holding out much hope but I'm giving it a shot because I want nothing more than to put fresh bread on my holiday table this year. If I fail I swear I will smuggle in bread from the bakery and lie. Lie!
In the meantime I made cookies. I can make cookies. I made Bezzie's cookies. I even saved enough so that when the kids left this morning (with cookies lovingly packed in their lunches) I had cookies left to have with my coffee for breakfast. Cause ya know they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day!