Returning from holiday in South Dakota, I was encouraged to attempt some baking again. I had made breakfast for the family, done a small puzzle, done the bills, returned library books. Why not some of the bread-y arts?
While I cook often enough, and enjoy doing so, baking has never been my strong suit. In any case, a simple white bread should be no trouble, right?
That would be the explosion of flour that spread across my kitchen as I began mixing. Grrrrr.
Now, with cleaning done (easier than I thought, even if annoying), and bread dough rising, I can be a little more optimistic. Still, I have no idea how much flour I actually ended up using, as significant quantities were lost. I really don’t know if I was more or less than recipe amount (6 1/2 cups). The kneading was uncertain. I am not sure I ever really got “smooth and elastic”.
Enough for now. More in a couple hours!