“If at first you don’t succeed …”
First, I’d like to tell you about the recipe blogs that I don’t like. It’s blogs with a million pictures and stories about the family and the family pets and the color of the sky. However, what I want is the recipe. Yes, your kids are probably cute and your mother made the best cookies in the WORLD (emphasis mine) but I came for the recipe.
So to let you know right off the bat, there is no recipe in this post.
It seems my neighbor and good friend came over for tea and brought a loaf of homemade bread fresh out of the oven. It awakened in me memories of the Honey Whole Wheat Bread that I used to bake. Unfortunately, in a segment of my gluten free life I threw the recipe out. Fortunately, the internet has mega recipes for everything one could desire to cook or bake. I found a recipe that sounded similar to the one I had made before gluten free became all the rage.
So I followed the instructions, which is not my usual way of doing things, and sprinkled the yeast on top of the warm milk and honey and waited for it to bubble. And waited. Darn, or other expletive, the bowl was cold which cooled the milk which meant the yeast wasn’t going to bubble. Wanting a stunning success to occur I dumped the mixture into the sink and started again.
Once again, no bubbles. However, I was now out of yeast and decided to soldier on. I put the bowl into the microwave and zapped the mixture for 20 seconds. After waiting the 10 minutes I got one bubble the size of a pinprick.
I decided to put half of the batter, which was so stiff that my Kitchen Aid began to sweat, into a mini muffin pan, portioning out the dough with a melon baller. The other half is shaped into a loaf-like configuration. It’s now rising, or is supposed to be rising. Actually, there’s not a lot of rising going on.
When my husband gets a whiff of homemade bread, which will waft through the house sometime this morning … Oh, dear. I guess I’ll tell him that seeing wintery weather is now upon us I decided to make Bird Bread Balls for all our feathery friends. Maybe I can varnish the half made into a loaf and use it as a door stop. Two points for creativity!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.