Well Butter My.....Bread

Sunday night I decided to try to be a real wife.  Cory was coming to town - I had worked on wedding stuff, attended a wedding shower, got my hair did -- and then it was time for dinner.

So I cooked soup, which was yummy and perfect.  Then I got the bright idea that I was going to make some bread, I had some yeast packets, how hard could it really be?  [Please note I decided upon this at 5:00pm]

So here I go, I get out my big heavy duty KitchenAid Mixer and get to work.

This is yeast with water and sugar.  The recipe said to wait until it foamed.  So I did.  Yeast really freaks me out.  Why am I wanting to eat something that foams and grows.  Plus not to mention all the other places it can grow on/in a body.  Anyway... next step.

This mixer is fancy and worked really well on mixing up my dough!

 Real southern girl kneading her bread dough... I had no idea what I was doing.  I played with it like play-dough and called it good.

 Rise baby Rise.  By this time it is 5:30pm almost.  It was supposed to rise an hour to two....until it looked like it had risen enough.  I've never made bread before, how the heck am I supposed to know?  It said to cover with plastic but Cory's Mom always covers hers with a kitchen towel, so I did both.

So - the recipe said to pinch off dough and put it in a cupcake pan.  Probably won't do that again.  The bread was ok - not the best but not terrible.  It wasn't sweet enough for me.  Cory said it tasted like pizza dough.  I guess that was a compliment.  

I had extra dough so I decided to make a loaf - I thought that it would rise right on up to the size of a regular loaf.  I thought I was making magic bread.  I wasn't.  That's a flat bread. 


Bread wasn't that hard to make but I need to rework my recipe.  I'll keep you posted.  Since I'm not really needing to be eating bread (wedding dress is a month and seven days)  it maybe after the wedding.  That's what I'm supposed to do right.  Get skinny, get married, then eat and cook all the time?  Sounds like a plan to me!




Oh the joys of being a wifey... I'm really trying hard so that I will be a good one!