One of the nice things Suzi does when winter rolls around is start baking our own bread. She makes one mean sourdough rustic loaf, which is our staple bread until it warms back up, and she also makes a very nice French baguette on occasion. Today is just such an occasion.
The making of the sourdough loaves (she does 2 at a time) is a common occurrence, perhaps once every 5 days or so. The French loaf, however, is a special treat. For it means one thing - French Toast the next morning. If you have never had homemade French bread sliced and dried overnight, then dredged in an eggy custard and fried, and then served with maple syrup over it, you have missed one of life's great pleasures.
I heartily recommend to all to try your hand at baking. We started with a book called Knead It, Punch It, Bake It. It's a book about baking with children, but it was a perfect introduction to baking for those who had not done it before. Now, back to work with visions of French Toast dancing in my head... :)
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mmmm.... sounds tasty
Yeah, I used to bake my own bread all the time a few years back, as well as scones. All shapes, sizes, and types. The problem was that it was too delicious, resulting in a lot of bread getting eaten when perhaps more moderation of consumption was called for!
@Baronzemo: it is tasty. :)
@ Matthew: That's one of the reasons why its a seasonal thing for us, besides the fact that the oven really heats up the house. During the Summer we're all about eating as many veggies as possible and enjoying the salad days. During the winter, it's about having a good, solid bread to warm the heart and spirit against the cold and snow.
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