So this morning I check my email and find pictures. I love it when I find pictures.
Last evening my son and his family made their first loaf of bread. David remembered watching me knead bread when he was a kid, but just to refresh his memory, he found a YouTube video on kneading bread. Isn't YouTube wonderful. There is almost nothing you can't learn how to do just by searching for videos on the subject. Anyway, Boston, the oldest, was in charge of the kneading.
After the dough rose once in a bowl, they made it into a loaf and put it in the pan to rise.
Now comes the bad part. The bread took longer to rise than they anticipated. It was a school night. The kids get up early in the morning. So they had to go to bed before the bread was baked. But isn't this a lovely loaf of homemade bread? Yes it is!
I'm just so proud of them. And it is good that they have learned a new skill that can help them feed themselves should the need arise. Or just to know how to make a treat of a loaf of homemade bread. With lots of butter. And homemade strawberry jam.
Drat. Now I'm hungry.
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