Are the things in life that are more delicious than warm-out-of-the-oven bread? Are there?! Because I have yet to find them.
And speaking of bread… why does everyone think sliced bread is the coolest? I don’t think it is. I’d much prefer a huge hunk, maybe sliced thick or perhaps ripped off the loaf.
Mmm, I think the best way to make this all happen is to bake your own bread. It’s BYOB… yo. Let’s get into it.
Easy enough for me to say, but for years I have been avoiding the bread making process. I’m just gunna say it. I’m afraid of yeast. It’s alive and that’s weird.
But that’s also the problem… cause usually it’s not alive at all… it’s dead. I am the worst ever at keeping yeast alive, so my past forays into the bread making business have been… less than successful.
And similarily, sometimes when the yeast IS alive, I fail to let it rise properly.
Who knew there were sometimes 2 or even 3 rises? Not I. Not. I.
So I tell ya, no one was more surprised than me when this bread was a hit.
Granted, I have no idea how to knead.
Nor do I own a scale… and yeah, the measurements are in grams. So needless to say my google history looked something like this
uhhuh… I spelled cups “gups.” But google knew what was up. Google is alll OVER that.
It’s a miracle this bread even baked.
But it did. And I’m sure it will. Again and again and again. But I will buy a scale. I will. When I find a cool fancy retro one in mint green. ok?
Anyhoo, you can refer to the almighty Masterchef Australia website for this bad boy. I won’t take any credit here.
And hey, how sweet is this photo of the steam in my tea? I love you afternoon light. You make my sundays so warm and lazy.
and I totes downed that bottle of scotch too. Maybe that’s why I was so warm and lazy.
(not really. we used empty scotch bottles for cold water. scotchy infusion!)