Sunday afternoon, while Terry and Sean practiced in the band room downstairs, I baked three loaves of bread. My first loaf, baked for my dad who graciously cleared my driveway yesterday, is the ever popular White Sandwich Bread, pictured here:
Immediately following dad’s loaf, I baked my hubby his favorite, which he refers to as trashy wheat bread, but I call Honey Wheat Bread (pictured below):
The last loaf, and my personal (at least recently) favorite is Rustic Sourdough, modified slightly to mix and rise in the bread machine and produce only one perfect loaf, shown below:
So I filled the house with the smell of fresh baked bread and tortured Sean in the process. Terry even tried to sell my bread to him (at outlandish outrageous prices), but Sean did not succumb to the temptation.
Later in the week, I may try a variety I haven’t baked in years … Cracked Wheat.
