I am sleeping in a pair of pajama bottoms whose backside is more hole than pajama. These were silky soft cotton pjs that I wore and washed and wore and washed until the material around the back seam just sort of melted away and they ripped, and I am wearing them anyway. Did I mention how soft they are?
Max & I made snickerdoodles this morning and proceeded to get a fine sanding of sugar all over the kitchen floor. The cookies are brilliant. Really, the best cookies we've ever made.
I ran across the book, Artisan Bread in Five Minutes A Day: The Discovery that Revolutionizes Home Baking this week and I'm giving their methodology a try. The basic premise is that we fuss too much with all the proofing and the kneading and the multiple risings. They claim to get a true rustic, artisan loaf all you have to do is mix up the dough, let it rise ONE TIME and then put it in the fridge where you can pull out a loaf sized chunk (the basic recipe makes enough dough for four loaves) at a time and have fresh bread anytime you want.
The mixing of the dough was truly a five minute affair. It behaved just as the book claimed it would and is lurking in the fridge, waiting to be yanked out and baked tomorrow morning. I'll let you know how it turns out.
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I tried that recipe, LOVED it. You know me and baking. The entire rest of the country starts back to school before us -- my kids don't start til Sept. 8, then we go halfway through June. And no meeting the teachers ahead of time, you just show up first day.
ReplyDeleteThird grade, hmm. Was that Mrs. Fleet, who was also my second grade teacher? She was okay, I guess. My favorite was Mr. Adams, 6th grade. He read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe to us after lunch every day. (I wonder if there are still any 6th grade teachers who read to kids?)
ReplyDeleteI can smell the bread! If I imagine hard enough! :)
Well, the bread baked up nicely. I'm waiting for dinner to slice it.
ReplyDeleteMy fifth grade teacher read the Hobbit to us after lunch. I hope there are still teachers that read to kids. I swear, I will read to Max until he goes away to collge.
Love homemade bread, so I'll be watching this space to see how it turns out.
ReplyDeleteWe used to get our teacher letters around this time of year, but we have a "newish" principal, and now we get the letters right after school lets out. (I want to know why they mail them and not just send them home with report cards?) Then there's the flurry of phone calls to see which teachers everyone has.
When I was in grade school, we only had one teacher for each grade, so you always knew who your teacher was and who was in your class. (Yes, back when we walked to school, up hill, in the snow!)