In which I become domesticated
I made bread! Bread, bread, bread! Real, live, honest to God, yeasty bread!
Sorry, let me just calm down.
I’ve always had an irrational fear of making bread. I figured it was one of those things that required specialized skills to be able to master – perhaps an extra set of female chromosomes or something. At the very least, I figured I needed a bread lifter thing (what the hell is that called? made of wood? Like a big paddle?) or one of those pizza stone things. I didn’t think I could just toss it on a baking sheet and throw it in the oven, and yet oh – how wrong I was. Bread making is easy!
I used the following recipe, with a few simple modifications.