I pride myself in being a decent cook.. someone who can put a little love into something and end up with something tasty..
So in my “one ingredient diet” recently, I planned the big one: Baking my own homemade bread. The concept itself was beautiful in my mind.. in practice? Well..
I’ve not reached three homemade loaves of bread that were crusty, heavy, and didn’t quite ‘rise’ the way I wanted. I have never really used yeast before, and figure my misunderstanding of yeast is my roadblock..
This bread thing? It’s like a science project.. I actually feared that my yeast would rise too much and my house would suddenly take on the appearance of a 1950s rerun of I LOVE LUCY. But alas, it was not meant to be.
The loaves had decent flavors.. but once they got cool, they turned into rock hard entities, things that look like they’d look better as a garden decoration than a food product..
I need more fluff.
More yeast? Less?
A house of bread would be better than a rock hard insult.
I will persevere, though! This dough ain’t got me down.
