A cold wintery public holiday Monday in the Swine Flu capital of the world... a perfect occasion to stay in and teach my wee girl about the art of making bread. That's her "snake" roll in the front - kneaded twice (sort of) by her tiny hands - she saw it through the processes from when she stirred the water into the flour. She proudly ate it with her dinner, I hear. (I was teaching a class by that time, and I'm sorry I missed it).In another time and place in my life I used to make a lot of bread, grow a lot of vegetables, keep chickens and generally lead a very wholesome, slow life. It was nice to tap back into that in these crazy juggling-everything times. Take the slow approach and enjoy the process. Katherine has been baking lots of bread lately and it made me remember...
I remember my mother saying "feel the water... feel how it's lukewarm?", showing me how to knead the dough with the heels of my hands, knocking it back after the first raising, shaping knot rolls....
I wonder if my girl will remember...?
