Bread bravery...

Yesterday I made bread.

Back in the day, I helped my mom make homemade bread all the time. Mostly by taste-testing. Since having my own home my bread making has been limited to a couple loaves of banana and beer bread which aren't very hard to make.

But, lately I've been wanting to try making gluten free bread, as I always feel like serving bread with soup and such, but don't want to spend $7 for a loaf of GF bread from the store. But I kept putting it off cause bread is scary and GF bread has a bunch of scary flours and the altitude here has been known to kill GF baked goods. For me, at least. (fambly, remember the time we tried to make cupcakes for easter?)

Yesterday I decided to be brave. I used a recipe from the book Healthy Bread in Five Minutes a Day, that I got at the library. (get it from yours if you want the recipe as it is two pages long and too complicated to post here!)

I mixed it up with trepidation. I let it rise and rest for the half a zillion hours it requires. And then I put it in the oven and prayed really hard.

It came out looking awful. It was the ugliest bread I've ever seen. I was sure I had wrecked it. But, when I cut it, it was all pretty and normal inside and it actually tasted pretty yummy. For GF bread at least. Tyler liked it and Jack liked the little bite I gave him. I don't have a picture cause we ate it and cause it was ugly.

So anyway, that's my bread story. I feel like such a baker now.


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