There's nothing like a fresh loaf of bread. Straight out of the oven, glistening with butter, it's enough to make me swoon.
Homemade bread was my first love you know. I used to make bread all the time growing up but sadly, I haven't even attempted it since I've been married. I love baking.
(And not just for the excuse to wear an apron).
I've been thinking about bread a lot lately and the relationship we once had and last Sunday I thought it was about time I rekindle our flame!
I baked bread.
Everything was going well. The apron, the ingredients, the Kitchen Aid.
the Kitchen Aid.
I've never made bread with a Kitchen Aid before. I guess it's not made to hold 9 cups of flour.
That became apparent only after the sheet of flour erupted, covering everything within 2 feet of it's premises.
Just a small set back, but this scene is not unfamiliar to me. My husband knows that when I'm baking in the kitchen it's always best to stay out until I'm finished.
It gets messy.
So I ended up kneading the dough by hand and everything was fine.
After the dough raised, and after Al just HAD to punch it down eleven times, it was time to roll it out.
I divided the dough in two, one for a plain loaf and one for my personal favorite, a cinnamon loaf!
You've always got to make at least one cinnamon loaf.
For the cinnamon goodness, you brush the dough with butter.
And cover it with cinnamon and sugar.
A ton of cinnamon and sugar. The more the better.
Then, you roll it up and throw it in a loaf pan.
Doesn't that look perfect? Wow, I didn't realize I still had it in me but, as you can see, that is one perfect rolled pile of dough!
I was excited, everything was going great. In the oven it went and filled my house with the smell of warm cinnamon and sugar.
And then out of the oven came the most perfect loaf:
Okay okay, that's not how mine turned out at all.
More like this lumpy pile if crap:
(As you can see, I'm a little rusty at the whole rolling up and pinching shut thing.)
Oh bread. Why must our love be a one way street? I love you so much yet you still find it necessary to embarrass me.
So now I feel the need to redeem myself. I want to make the most perfect loaf of bread ever, but I need the perfect bread recipe. One that is tried and true.
Tried. And. True.
I know you've got the recipe I'm looking for so com'on,
1 year ago