I love homemade bread. And I consider myself an adequate baker--I've made rolls and cinnamon rolls and lots of white bread--I'm not scared of yeast. However, I had never made wheat bread before and since we were collecting quite the storage of grain in our basement, I decided that it would be a good idea to figure out what to do with the stuff.
First, I signed up to bring bread to a church meeting. I figured that would give me plenty of motivation. Then, I waited until 2.5 hours before the church meeting started to find a recipe. I like to work under pressure. Okay, really I'm just a procrastinator--I had three weeks to figure this thing out.
So, the heat is on. I find a recipe. I head to the basement to get a bowl of wheat. This is where I face my greatest challenge. First of all, I just finished painting a bunch of stuff in the basement, so it still smells of paint fumes--which makes me sick to my stomach. I can't stand going in there! I head to the farthest, darkest corner with my shirt over my nose and come face to face with my first bucket. I survey the point of entry--looks pretty easy, it has a pull tab. As I pull the tab, nothing happens. I pull harder and harder...and harder. I am a freakishly strong person, so naturally the tab breaks off....before I can open the bucket.
Great! Now I have to go upstairs and find a pair of scissors. At least I can get some fresh air! The scissors were a joke--they're too old and too dull to do anything, so I was left with my own muscle strength to figure this one out (sure, I could have gone back upstairs, but I am a lazy person...)
The wheat bucket and I battled for 30 minutes. 30 precious minutes!!! I was sweating and out of breath, but I finally had my wheat.
Okay, now I only have two hours. So, I pull the wheat grinder that I got for Christmas out of the pantry and take it out of the box for the first time. Yes, the first time. I read the directions and got started. It only took 30 minutes. I was getting a little panicky by this point. I had committed to bring bread and I didn't want to be a flake.
The grinder was fabulous by the way. I loved it!
Did I mention Bridger was helping me? He could hear my grunts of frustration all the way from the basement (during the war...)
So, you mix the first ingredients, all was going well. Kennedy woke up from her nap....time was slipping through my fingers....I bribed them with chocolate....they were happy....
I got the bread in the oven with minutes to spare and as soon as it came out, I left for church and still had 5 minutes to spare. AND the bread was warm. Mmmm hmmm.
Oh, and we enjoyed/inhaled a couple of slices before I left. I had to taste test it, I didn't want to poison anyone! The bread turned out pretty good. I still have issues with the bucket. And then my friend Becky gave me her yummiest bread recipe ever and we have all been well ever since :)
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Lindsay, I must say, your looking gorgeous (as always.) I was thinking....that if you needed an excuse to come visit me.....I have found it! You could bring me some of that mouth watering bread!!! ;) I may be having to get me one of those grinder thingy's!
I can testify to Lindsay's "freakish strength". I think most horsts do. Rick, Jordan, Rebeccah, and Lindsay have it. I'm not sure if Addison does, but he can do a mean inverted kick. Vanessa doesn't have it, but she has anger management issues and I'm not sure if Sean has it because it usually surfaces in their late teens.
Lucky that you're freakishly strong... I'm freakishly weak- it's sad. I was laughing at your procrastination. I'm pretty good at that too. I can't wait for book club- I can finally see your house! :)
Hi Lindsy, I've missed you. That is the funniest story. I would have been so stresses out. You are so cool.
cindy@stitches
What a great story! You neglected to relate how many minutes you wasted taking all the photos! The bread looks delicious, the kids are growing and you look really pretty, I love your hair.
I am a Kennedy weakling, thank goodness most of the children inherited the Horst "freakish strength". Pulling dry wall off with one hand instead of using tools, etc. The grunting comes from me though. Ha ha ha! I haven't seen evidence of the "freakish stength" in Sean yet. I wonder if your kids will have it? I don't know about Bridger but Kennedy is a possibility! Keep the post coming.
MMMM, yummy and I think it runs in Scandinavian lines - just my guess - some of those Gulbransons also have freakish strength, oh who am I kidding? We are just freakish!
Is is definitely a HORST thing; Heather & Britt are the same way and Ryan and Greg are unbelievably so!!! I'm pathetically weak in comparison...oh well! That bread sounds soooo good, you should share Becky's recipe!! And you do look GREAT Linds!!! Love your posts!
Yeah for yummy bread! It looks like your bread came out really good! And your camping trip looks like lots of fun. I am not a fan of the wet tent either!
I can't believe I've never seen this post before.
That very thing would happen to me too (I would procrastinate until the last minute) except that when I would pull out my bread with a few minutes to spare - they would be as hard as bricks or have a strange taste and then I wouldn't go to the church at all cause I would be too embarrassed to bring my crappy bread.
That's the difference between you and me - your bread (and everything you do) turns out.
Cool wheat grinder!
What a funny story!! I love to read your blog, it is always very entertaining!! This post has left me very hungry....your bread sounds delicious!!
By the way, you are amazing. I would just have resorted to buy some bread from the store that looked homemade :)
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