While the dough was rising we went out with Bella for a long walk on a beautiful, warm day. By the time we returned the dough had doubled in size. After dividing it in two, I set it to rise in glass bread loaf pans. Leaving the dough to rise again, we stepped outside to rake leaves, trim bushes, and clean the yard.
Back inside by mid-afternoon, the bread loaves were ready for the oven. After 40 minutes, the browned, baked loaves were out and cooling on the counter. The sweet smell of yeast and honey wafted through the house. We waited as long as we could (maybe 10 minutes) before cutting the first warm slice of homemade bread.
This morning we toasted a slice of the honey wheat bread and adorned it with butter and our homemade peach jam. A great start to the day.
Hi Ellen,
ReplyDeleteIn our house there are two prototypical smells of fall and winter: that of baking bread and that of New Mexico/Anaheim type fresh chiles drying in our dehydrator. As delicious and as memorable as the best tomatoes of July!! I'm never in a hurry for the cold weather but these things make it much more acceptable.
Hi Ken,
ReplyDeleteMaybe we can share bread recipes....
Ellen