My first experience in baking bread was back in the early
’90s in a tiny kitchen apartment in Montana . I’m not even sure if the kitchen had two
workable feet of counter space. Not sure
why, but I felt compelled to know how to bake my own bread. Flash forward twenty years and I’m back in
the kitchen baking white bread reminiscing about my first loaves of bread and
how proud I was to have accomplished that feat.
| Yeast mixture |
| Just add flour, the KitchenAid was working overtime |
With the abundance of great artisan breads available in
the markets, I have not done a lot of bread baking the past 10 or so
years. With that being said, what I have baked in the
last five years has been in the Cuisinart Bread Machine. So it was with a little fear and trepidation
that I approached the White Bread recipe for the first Baking with Julia challenge. Would baking
bread be like riding a bicycle? What
about kneading, are my arms strong enough to handle it? Would it be therapeutic and all my
frustrations from the past 18 months would disappear into the dough? Why is it every time I tell someone I’m a “Banker”
they immediately respond how great it must be to be a “Baker”. Should I be reevaluating
my career choice? So many questions and
only the dough would know the answers.
| Roll out to shape |
| Tucked away nicely and ready for a warm resting place |
| Ready to bake! |
I’m happy to report that yes, baking bread is like riding a
bicycle and gets easier with age unlike riding a bike which seems so much more complicated with age (balance, helmets, hearing, eyesight). Within a few minutes of compiling and mixing
ingredients it was all coming back to me.
The kneading was not as tough as I remembered, and though it was therapeutic
it did not do away with 18 months of frustration. When the finished product was done and the aroma
of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, I remembered why the labor of bread
baking is so treasured. A sense of
complete satisfaction beamed from me when I removed the two perfectly golden,
crusty white loaves from the oven. I
could not help but grin from ear-to-ear when I cut into my loaf and found that
the texture was near perfect, no big holes or gaps for the toppings to fall or
drip through. It was the same feeling of
victory I had from my first loaves of bread twenty years ago.
| I really need a better studio for photographs, but they loaves were gorgeous |
| Completely cooked, nice crust, and near perfect texture |
To read more, or join the group Baking with Julia (aka Tuesday’s with Dorie):
http://tuesdayswithdorie.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/lyl-white-loaves/#comments
For the recipe:
Go to slush and Someone’s in the Kitchen.
For the recipe:
Go to slush and Someone’s in the Kitchen.