Well, actually there are 2 heels in every loaf, but I am not sure how to spell heel. I think this is right. I like home baked bread. Like may not be a strong enough word for my love affair with baking. I know I can get into the car and drive into town and find several bakeries most willing to take my money and give me a loaf of their bread, but some how that just seems so wrong. It will have all kinds of stuff in it to make it better than mine, but I gotta tell you, it always falls short of the mark. Sure it is crusty and tasty and already baked, sometimes with an egg wash to make the crust even crustier. Sad, because I like mine better.
Mine is made with water, yeast, salt, sugar, oil, and flour. That is it. Nothing fancy and I don't have to scald, puree, or infuse anything. I throw it all in a mixing bowl with a dough hook and 4 minutes later, the dough has climbed the hook and it is ready to be covered and let raise. I usually make a couple double batches and set them to raise on the stove top. When the pans are almost ready, I turn the oven to 355. The bread bakes about 20 minutes or so. Nothing is set in stone at my house except my naptime at 3:00 while Jeopardy is showing.
Mine is made with water, yeast, salt, sugar, oil, and flour. That is it. Nothing fancy and I don't have to scald, puree, or infuse anything. I throw it all in a mixing bowl with a dough hook and 4 minutes later, the dough has climbed the hook and it is ready to be covered and let raise. I usually make a couple double batches and set them to raise on the stove top. When the pans are almost ready, I turn the oven to 355. The bread bakes about 20 minutes or so. Nothing is set in stone at my house except my naptime at 3:00 while Jeopardy is showing.
Now this little fellow decided he might like to try a piece of the heel on the first loaf out of the oven. It was his own idea, not mine. Something about the aroma of fresh baked bread is just more than a human can resist. He just wasn't sure at first that eating a piece of bread was what he really wanted to do. I did not push it because I like the heel best myself and there are only so many in a loaf. So he took it.
And the rest is history. He used to look for cheese puffs, or orange juice, but the aroma of fresh bread is his new mantra. Bless his little tiny heart.
This little fellow is not real fond of meat and sweets are not his thing either. Mostly he dines on fruit and cheese. Kinda fun to have around. Looks like I will be making bread for him for several more years before he figures out about junk food, but maybe not.
He does keep me on my toes and he is now trying to teach me to jump. For the record, I am not learning that one very well. I think it is this damned old age thing. Not only am I not good at jumping, I don't even want to try. It all seems pointless at this juncture. So we shall engage in our little war of the wills until I either jump or he gives up.
How ya' betting?
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