I made bread. Now, I know for some of you this is an everyday occurrence for you and your family. Me-not so much. I used to make it all the time when I was single (yeah...don't ask) and when the boys were young. Now that times are busier I find it hard to fit into my schedule.
But, a recent trip to the farmer's market, led us to a bread man. He had such good sourdough bread that I knew I needed to try again.
Everything was going perfectly until I needed to remove the plastic over the bread rising in the pan. I forgot to oil the plastic, and yes, the bread stuck to it and quickly deflated when I pulled it off.
I baked it anyway, knowing the outcome was going to be a brick.
It's still tasty, toasted with butter and jam.
Over the weekend, I will attempt this process again.
I'm sure to be fifty pounds heavier by the time I have this bread making thing mastered.