I have this friend named Suzie, who brought the most delicious loaf of homemade wheat bread to my house after we moved here. We are really good friends with her son, J and his wife, also J, who have 3 kids that match mine in age and gender (they have to remain anonymous because they are part of the witness protection program). Anyway they too make this delicious bread and shared the recipe with me.
Yesterday I ground the wheat. By hand. All by myself with 30 Rock playing on Netflix. Mixed the bread. Locked it in my warm car for 90 minutes to rise. And baked the bread. Except it didn't turn out like theirs so I did not take any pictures and decided I would wait to blog about my Little Red Hen experience until I could boast of a success.
Until I came downstairs this morning after doing loads of laundry to see that my dog had eaten one whole loaf.
Yeah, he has never heard the story of the Little Red Hen.
And tomorrow I may be posting about dog indigestion.
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2 comments:
Oooh, I hope the dog has indigestion outside.
Bread takes practice, and taste is the thing, not looks. I'm sure you'll figure it out.
I hope you make JaDee clean up any dog indigestion. Also, I never made it my sprouting class. Maybe I'm not ready to be domesticated yet!
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