While dealing with the stress of my best friend having a baby, my cousin dying and my hubby graduating as Valedictorian, I haven't been making dinner, let alone bread.
I finally managed to pull a loaf together last week, much to my family’s joy. It was just the loaf from lesson #1,(because that’s the recipe I can remember, so I don’t have to hunt down a recipe card) made with wheat flour instead of white. They complemented me so much, it made me remember why I bake.
Hopefully life will slow down and let me do more baking…
I finally tried to put a sourdough start together. It is day 5 and I have no bubbles, no growth, only a lump of wet flour. I think I’ll start over tomorrow.