My cooking adventures have been few and far between. I’ve been cooking most nights, but rarely trying anything new.
Last week, we were out of bread and dragging three kids to Walmart didn’t seem worth it, so I pulled out the bread machine. The only yeast I had was slightly – cough, a year, cough – beyond its use by date. I tried it anyway. The result was this:
The kids ate it. It was okay. Definitely not light and fluffy. During the next grocery trip, I bought yeast (and bread). The result was better.
My daughter refuses to eat the crust of store bought bread. She calls it skin and complains loudly and frequently about her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Nor will she eat raisins.
This bread, the crust is actually crusty and chewy and kind of tastes different from the rest of the bread. She gobbles it up without a complaint or whine about how she doesn’t like the skin or raisins.
This bread may not have turned out as expected, but the absence of temper tantrums during a meal was worth trying it again.