For a short while I owned a bread maker and life was good.
I loved that whole process of throwing shit into a machine and something hot and delicious coming out the other side. But like most uni-taskers, it soon found itself gathering dust under the sink. So I found a home for it where it would get the proper attention it deserved and was done with bread making on the whole.
I live in Toronto and there are so many fantastic places to get fresh baked bread on a moment’s notice. And more importantly, fresh baked bread made by people who know what they hell they’re doing.
But, much like my pie making experiment, I figured everyone should bake a loaf from scratch for themselves at least once. So I gathered up some bread mix, read, re-read and re-re-read the instructions on the side of the bag…and still managed to miss an important instruction. So my bread turned out pretty dense because I used all the flour, instead of stopping when it started coming off the side of the mixing bowl. It was supposed to rise to double it’s size, but only marginally grew before I threw it in the oven.
Bread making is whole lot of work for not a lot of return, in my opinion. I’ll leave it to the professionals from now on.
At yeast I made it through this entire post without making a bread pun. Oh, damn.