Showing posts with label baking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baking. Show all posts

Monday, July 25, 2011

The Rise and Fall of the Bread (read borderline disaster)

So I decided this morning that I was going to make homemade bread for my family from this point on. It seemed like a really good idea when I was laying in bed still slightly loopy from taking Benadryl before bed last night.

Anyway, I went to my source of all important information . . . google. Now you have to keep in mind I  (1) am not so great at baking (something about not following recipes well) and (2) have never in my life made a bread (or anything for that matter) that requires yeast. Still I've eaten my share of yeast bread, so I figured that makes me somewhat of an expert. Not really, but we'll go with it.

So I found a simple recipe on google, and I went to work. Everything went really smoothly . . . in the beginning. My first rising was good. The dough was big baby. And I was like "I got this bread thang in the bag." Then I moved on to the next stage. The one where you put the bread in the bread pans and let it rise there. And it rose a little bit and then stopped. I tried to give it more time. I kept thinking, "that can't be it". But it was.

So I did the next logical thing. I stuck it in the oven, and then furiously started talking back and forth with my cousin on facebook. She's a farmer's wife. She knows how to bake bread (please see note at the end). So anyway, Bitty  . . . her real name is Amanda . . . my family likes to give their children nicknames that make other people ask "is that your real name?" . . . case and point, my brother goes by Stoney. Okay back to the bread, so Bitty said I either didn't have enough yeast, or the temperature changed enough to affect the rising, or the yeast wasn't very good.



Whatever the problem, the bread was a little on the flat side and slightly more dense than I had intended, but overall, it had a good taste and texture. I will try again. The bread will rise again. But I may still purchase a loaf or ten at the grocery store while I master my bread baking skills. Any advice?

Note: Being a farmer's wife does not automatically ensure that you will be able to bake bread. Nor does being a farmer's wife mean that you should know how to bake bread. My cousin just happens to be a very cool bread bakin' farmer's wife among many other things. Love ya' Bitty.