I crave bread. Good bread. I'll take it with butter. Olive oil. Peanut Butter. Jam. Plain. I'll take it any which way you can spin it.
I don't love preservatives. I don't like words I cannot pronounce or define (maltotriribodioxyhelium may be lurking in your bread. Probably not. I made it up in my science lab). And! I especially don't like that someone, somewhere, felt compelled to invent white wheat bread. What?!
So why has a self proclaimed Laura-Ingalls-Wannabe like myself continued to purchase mass produced loaves of bread each week?
I'll tell you why.
I get a little frustrated around recipes and measuring cups. I often find myself underestimating the importance of sticking to the amounts called for. And as for active-dry-rapid-instant-determined yeast? Well. That's just a whole separate issue with me.
It's much easier to throw the loaf in your cart, you see.
And so I do.
But that's no way for a someday homesteader to think. Not in the slightest.
So this week, I said 'hello' to unbleached bread flour, and resisted the pull of the bread aisle.
....And this is what happened:
That's right folks. That's homemade bread. And, if you've been reading, you will remember that I kept my promise to myself by baking something. ( See post regarding my patience and home skills.)
Brett and I devoured two out of the three loaves this weekend...they're incredible. I used this recipe : Simple Whole Wheat Bread. Try it. You will not be disappointed.
I am officially hooked, and will most likely be making 75% of our bread from now on. It's worth it in every way.
I only wish I could figure out a way to befriend King Arthur and get a better deal on flour.