I have the absolute luxury of sometimes working from home, and that was the case today. So when Boyfriend pointed out that we were out of bread, there was only one natural thing to do (following on from my foray into the baking cupboard earlier in the week) – bake bread.
I have never been good at bread, it’s one of those things which never ceases to frustrate me. I’m not sure what I’m doing explicitly wrong, but I think it has to do with patience, making a day when I am at work an excellent time to try again. I bunged the stuff into my mixer and set it to chug away while I got on with my various work-y tasks, and then only dealt with the bread in natural break-points. I didn’t faff or fiddle, I just let it do it’s own thing, and I’m happy to say that I think it actually worked.
Now, bear in mind that my flat has quite high ceilings, and for whatever reason God has deemed that Friday should not be a sunny day, so it’s also chilly. Not ideal proving conditions. However, I got a good rise on my first prove, and an even better on my second. Which left me, all told, with this beautiful specimen –
Now, remember back when this accidentally became a nail blog for a short while? I promise it’s also not going to become a baking blog. Probably.