I have discovered bread making. *whee*
I’ve made french bread, rustic boule (in loaf form), and hallah all this week. I’m hooked. Hell, why pay for it, when you can make for a few cents. Damn, its just flour and water, plus a few other things.
Tonight I made my second hallah. I kneaded it just right, and let rise just enough. Ohhhhh, it is goodness. Airy, sweet. ahhhhhh.
I like this bread making thing.
I think, when I move to Austin…eventually…I will have a party. I will invite my friends from across the country…one or two may show up if I invite enough…my family, and the neighbors. I will brew a few cases of very tastey beer, bake some very tastey bread, and maybe cook some indian food (we shall see what my fancy is at that point).
It will be a heady party, a yeasty one, but it will be in my “own” home, not a rental, and I will be surrounded by friends and family. The richest one could be.
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I met Kevin over a loaf of bread he baked, give or take, in a neighborly gesture. Or at least, that’s my memory of it. Things were all a little hazy.