Homemade Bread

It was foolish of me to think I could start making bread at 11:00 at night and still be in bed before 2:00 am.  Granted, I had a few other things to do as well, but really, I shouldn't have even let myself start something so late at night.  You can all laugh, too, and say, "But Sara!  You always go to bed that late; why is it a problem now?"  Because it is, that's why, and because I've been trying really, really hard (and somewhat successfully) to get in bed by 12:30 every night.

But that's another post for another day.  For now I'd like to tell you that about two weeks ago, I decided to forego buying bread from the store.  It's just not delicious enough for my taste, and consequently, I never go through an entire loaf before it goes bad.  Plus, I like baking a lot.  Plus, I want to master the art of bread-making.  Plus, baking bread makes your living quarters smell good.  Plus, homemade bread makes a good gift.  Plus, a thick piece of bread and a tall glass of milk is a perfect meal.  To me.

Anyway, just know that every week, I will be making bread.  (I intend on making mostly wheat bread 'cause it does a body good.)  If you are nice to me, I might make you some.  :)

Pictures forthcoming?  Maybe?  I dunno . . .  I mean, is bread really worth looking at?  (It might be, when I get a Pullman Loaf Pan.)



Thing I'm thankful for: Nikki, for introducing me to the wonders of butterscotch baking chips.