For years I have tried, and failed, to bake my own bread. They always either failed to rise, or came out of the oven as lethal weapons. It was sad, and disappointing, and a waste of time and money.
Then, recently, there was a show called The Fabulous Baker Brothers on the telleovision. I knew of Tom Herbert before (he tipped up on a Mary Portas show, and he's cute so I paid attention), but now here he was showing me how to bake stuff! And of course I had been making some very basic errors.
I made my third loaf of soda bread yesterday. They're still a tiny bit hit and miss but they are always edible and tasty. So, armed with confidence and a greater degree of knowledge, next weekend I will attempt to make a loaf of white bread. And I will keep going until I get it right - because it's true that baking your own bread scratches some deep atavistic itch. And as I seem to have become a soup-eating, cycling, water-preserving, natural-fibres kind of person, it feels like the next logical step. Soon I will be wearing socks with my Birkenstocks, and then I'll have to kill myself. My only hope is that I'll have baked some decent bread before then.
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look out the brothers herbert. she's got a new pash.....!
ReplyDeletei decidedly look forward to tasting the spoils of your endeavours....
ps and why have you not entered masterchef?
ReplyDeletealthough it is a caraicature of itself thee days but you would do splendidly.
perhaps the great british bake off.
you could be the next tomasina myers.... i have faith.