The Art of Baking Bread

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THE ART of BAKING BREAD

slide2I wasn’t aware of it as a child, but my paternal grandmother’s sister was a consummate bread baker. I did know, however, that my dad was. (And now I know where he got it from!)

 

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And now, I am the bread baker in the family. I like to experiment with different ingredients and techniques. But nothing beats a slice of plain ol’ fresh baked bread, warm from the oven and slathered with butter!

slide4Over the years, I have adapted and morphed recipes from cookbooks, into my own standard, all purpose recipe. Several years ago, my dad created a clever little bread cook booklet. It has the basic white bread recipe up top, on a flip up page. Then the pages below open to several varieties with ingredient variations, and baking tips.

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My personal specialty is cinnamon bread, I make into rolls or coffee rings or loaves, or some other creative twist. When I say cinnamon bread, I do not mean I sprinkle a little cinnamon on the bread. No, I wrap a little bit of bread around the cinnamon. (Did I mention I love cinnamon and will put it on or in just about anything!)

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I’m going to recreate the little booklet, and will send a copy to one commenter on today’s post. (Bear with me, I haven’t even started this project!) Among the variations are rye bread, corn bread (only different), rice bread, dill bread, whole wheat bread—sixteen in all—and I’ll add my cinnamon bread variation.

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WRITING PROMPT: The macaroni was baked, the jello salad was set, the green beans had simmered all day. I looked at the bountiful table, with a perfect golden turkey in the center, and sighed. Something was missing. The rolls! But when I went to pull them from the oven…

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  2. The macaroni was baked, the jello salad was set, the green beans had simmered all day. I looked at the bountiful table, with a perfect golden turkey in the center, and sighed. Something was missing. The rolls! But when I went to pull them from the oven, they were a perfect golden brown. We had a wonderful meal and time of fellowship.

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