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Bread Redemption

OK, so I shamed myself the other day by baking bread one could use as a weapon, and I'm still nursing the wound that proves it. But yesterday afternoon, before I threw out the remaining dough in the refrigerator, I decided to give the baking another shot.

I used some cool bread baking dishes I bought from a local potter and set the oven to 375˚. 40 minutes later, I had two loaves of really good bread. So, see? I really can bake bread after all. And I thought I was a bread-baking loser.

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dive said…
Mmmmmmm that looks so good.
8:40 AM
kyle@sift said…
I now know why your first....and uh...second attempts failed...I'll fill you in. I am so glad the recipe finally worked. It's a staple at our house.
5:21 PM
Scout said…
Hey! What's wrong with the second attempt?! It was great with pumpkin butter this morning.
9:32 AM
Shan said…
Heck, I'd probably have even eaten the first batch. Looks and sounds like you've made a definite success in this one though. numnum

Have you ever made that no kneed bread that sits over night and looks like a flying saucer disc (at least my mom's does)? It is so so delicious too and super easy. I've yet to try it because I don't tend to think ahead well and bread isn't something I ever think I should make so it's hard to remember to try it. I'll pass on the recipe if you don't have it because I know you'd like it. :)
10:33 AM
MmeBenaut said…
Looks positively yummy. You're a clever woman Robyn and I do like the sound of those pottery dishes.
8:29 PM
kyle@sift said…
Oh, Robyn...you said you had tried it several times....this time you got it!
9:05 AM
Scout said…
Shan, I haven't tried that. Send the recipe, and I'll give it a shot.

Kyle, it sort of worked this time, but it still doesn't look as good as your bread, and I need Joe the Potter's bread things to give it shape.
9:40 AM
Madame DeFarge said…
Looking good. Impressed by the bread as a weapon though.
4:19 PM
Alifan said…
Hope the finger is better Robyn! I have some dried yeast and strong flour in the cupboard, been meaning to bake bread again.. used to do it all the time in the pub, but must be getting lazy.

You have inspired me so will get baking bread again.
4:36 AM
Shan said…
I found the recipe. Next step is to type it. My scanner won't seem to work without ink. Ah, probably couldn't read my writing anyway...
11:37 PM
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