I wrote here about my neighbor from back home in Virginia sending me her recipe for homemade bread.
I wrote here about how I tried it, and I screwed it up.
I briefly mentioned here about how I tried it again, and screwed it up again.
The third time was the charm! It still wasn't quite as good as hers, but it was close, and it was delicious.
The initial little lump of dough, all set to cover with a clean dishtowel and put on top of the refrigerator to rise for an hour:
It worked! It's risen. Yay!
I punched it down gently and let it rise again for another hour, then put it into the loaf pan and let it rise for yet another hour (this whole deal is time-consuming).
Here it is out of the oven:
It still was a little bit more dense than her original, but it tasted so good, and it was very close to what I remember so fondly from my childhood.
Greg liked it, too. Now I just need to write her a long letter, including those pics, to thank her and let her know I finally did it.
Yum! There is just nothing like homemade bread. The smell of it baking alone is worth the effort!
ReplyDeleteThe smell of it fills the house with happiness, Lenore. :)
ReplyDeleteI've been really enjoying your blog, particularly the food truck posts. Keep up the good work!
wow, that looks delicious! It reminds me of a kind of bread I grew up with that we called hardo bread. I was grown before I realized the roots of that was probably "hard dough."
ReplyDeleteYou persevered and you did it. That's me ringing your (virtual) doorbell, coming over for a bite. Yum.
Angella, let me know if either of your two impressive cooks would like the recipe, I'd be happy to share it with you :)
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