I went to Whole Foods to pick up some bread flour, because I knew I would need it. I also picked up some items that are on my Mellman diet, because I'm back on the wagon starting Friday. Which means I need some fresh-baked bread. Stat!
So I broke it in last night with the help of my daughter. I chose the recipe for the Challah loaf. 'Cause I had all of the ingredients and I love challah bread.
Once we pressed the Start button I read the directions and found out I did it wrong. Well, not so much wrong, as not exactly right. Directions, Schmirections.**
**If I were a guy, I'd put a piece of furniture together and congratulate myself on finishing the job with parts left over.
Everyone else was asleep when the buzzer went off, signaling that it was done. Of course, the smell filling the house was another big clue. It wasn't perfect. It ended up with a huge air bubble, which translated into all crust and no bread on the top. Details.
The directions said to let the bread cool on a wire rack before slicing.
Puh-Shaw. I dug into the ginormous loaf while it was still steaming and slathered it with organic strawberry jam.
Ho. Lee. Cow.
It hasn't even been 24 hours and there are only three slices left, one of which is the air-pocket-all-crust piece.
There's a loaf of zucchini bread baking right now. I can make pizza dough and fresh bread for my family and know that there won't be any preservatives or chemicals in them. It was an amazing gift and my family will definitely benefit from it.