I was struggling a bit with content ideas for today's blog post, and ended up going with exactly what is going on at my house at this point in time.
In between reading, a token effort at homeschooling, washing my hair, shopping for leopard print sandals and looking up cherry brownie recipes, I came up with this: home bread baking. I love to make bread at home. Back in the day I used to make my own bread dough, complete with kneading it and the whole shebang (oh dear, does anyone say shebang anymore? What does that even mean? I am really showing my age). At any rate, I used to make bread the old fashioned way, and remember the description of how you know the dough has been kneaded enough: It feels like a baby's bottom. And that's the truth.
A few years back my family gave me a bread-making machine, and I love it.
You put all the ingredients into the machine in a certain order, close the lid and press "start" and the magic happens with no further interference from me. I usually entertain a moment or two of guilt that I am not doing all the work myself, but it doesn't last long.
I cannot begin to pronounce the name of my machine, but I can tell you I have had it for a couple of years and it is going great. I won't give a recipe, because each machine probably comes with its own instructions and I just follow what the little brochure tells me to do. The results are fabulous.
Do you make bread at home? It is without fail, always a hit when I make the effort. You all must excuse me now. I have something important to do.