One of the things I always wished I was in life was a great
bread baker. Both of my grandmother’s effortlessly made bread. I had lessons
from both of them, but what seemed to come so naturally to them has always been
a bit of a struggle for me. Be that as it may, I fearlessly keep baking bread.
Even bad homemade bread is still pretty darn good!
It is hot today in the house and since I have the air
conditioner on I am raising the bread on top of the dishwasher that is running
instead of in the usual sunny spot that is right above the register vent (which
would mean cold air blew on my bread bowl).
So far it is looking gorgeous and I can’t wait to eat it. It looks like we will be having bread and
cheese with apples for snacks around 4 o’clock today.