We finished the loaf of bread this morning. I kept thinking that I should leave work a little early so I could stop by to get bread and some whole wheat flour (the last of which is in that loaf up there). I didn’t end up with enough time before having to meet the big kids’ bus. I left work, met the bus, picked up Baby Girl from daycare and returned home. At this point, I was not interested in dragging myself out again. I decided I’d just make some bread. It’s white bread, but we’ll survive. I’m just too lazy to go to the store.
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October 7, 2009 at 8:44 pm
threesneakybugs
When I was little my mom would make half a dozen white loaves at a time. Occasionally we would sit down to a dinner of fresh baked, still steaming crusty bread slathered in butter. It was heavenly. Not healthy in the least, but my oh my was it good.
October 12, 2009 at 5:42 pm
painted fish studio
um. yeah. you lazy bread-baker, you…