The bread chronicles continue. I’m not quite there yet, but today was a major improvement. The recipe actually made dough! So much for batter, I’m moving up in the gluten-free food-chain!
Once again, the bread barely rose. I happened to look at the expiry date on my yeast today and it’s next month. I’m pretty sure that means my yeast is barely working. Now I blame the yeast.
Gotta have something to blame right?
Note to self : Buy better yeast.
When I took the bread out of the oven I was pretty sure I had accomplished the baking of yet another brick. Go me!
Imagine my surprise when I sliced through the (hard as a rock) crust and discovered delicious, moist, bouncy, doughy BREAD.
Tastes like….bread. Just like bread. Does everyone who goes gluten-free experience this obsession with bread, carbs and desserts? I’m certain I wasn’t near as obsessed with bread prior to this experiment.
A classic example of wanting what you can’t have I suppose.
As further example of my bread worship, I purchased my first loaf of store bought gluten-free bread today. It was on sale at Natural Food Pantry (where I was buying secret ingredients for my chocolate-free chocolate baking adventure as per request) and I figured I should probably see what I’m up against.
For some reason I have chosen to ignore what everyone has told me and assume store bought gluten-free bread would be expensive, but somehow good. Well, let me just say. Everyone was not lying. In fact, I feel much better about my first couple of tries baking bread because mine looked (and tasted) pretty much the same.
Good thing my new bread is a major win.
Fletch cooked us up some adorable (due to the tiny slices of bread) grilled cheese sandwiches (with cheese on the inside and the outside). So far the flax bread is OK, but I’m pretty sure if you fried cardboard in that much delicious cheese I would be happy….so I may not be the best judge.
And of course, no day would be complete without Fletch and I cooking up some sort of elaborate meal or dessert, or both (no, baking bread is not enough!). So we had our friend Catherine over for some pulled-pork pasta and apple-berry crisp with whipped cream (whipped by hand, obviously, it’s much less impressive if you use the mixer!).
Once again, thank goodness there is no gluten in wine!!