Half my life ago, I tried baking bread and it turned out delicious and beautiful. But I was left thinking that homemade bread was a real pain to make. For years afterward, I had these memories of dough stuck to the mixing bowl and my fingers and the table, and of having to use a butter knife to scrape the dough off the table into the trash can. Not fun.
Fast forward fifteen years. I got inspired to try making bread again, so today, I gave it a try. Surprisingly, it wasn't the mess that I thought it would be. I mean, I had a little dough on my fingers, but it rinsed right off, and the bowl rinsed out easily; and all that was on the table was flour. Cleanup was not a big deal at all.
I wasn't really sure what I was doing, and the loaf came out lumpy and funny looking, but the house smells really good, and the taste...WOW. I forgot how good homemade bread is. I sliced off big thick slices while it was still hot and spread it with butter and honey. The boys and I ate up two thirds of the loaf in one sitting, and I would like to eat more, but I feel like I should save some for Jesh to try when he gets home.
The Hobbit or Heidi.)
p.s. Bread and Honey is also the name of an interesting food blog. I won't link to it here because the author uses a lot of bad language. But you can google it if you are interested. Also, for breadmaking inspiration, check out www.thefreshloaf.com.