"Bread may not always nourish us, but it always does us good..."

So. I made bread. ME.

This may not really seem like that big of a deal to anybody else, but it is to me. In fact, today, in preparation for making The Mister some lunch, I actually googled "how to hard-boil an egg." In theory I knew how; general practice was still unfamiliar to me. I think this episode alone sufficiently demonstrates the gravity of me taking on bread making.

I have in the past attempted my hand at baking bread. I have always done quite poorly. The chemistry of it is always off...plus, I think I am not attentive enough to manage the kneading and pounding and rising required of it.

Recently, I've heard a lot of buzz about a new book, Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day, and I found the basic recipe here, so I gave it a try.

After mixing the ingredients (only four!), I looked at the Mister and said, "Hmmm...that was easy..." I thought maybe I had jinxed myself, but sure enough, in just a few hours, this:

turned into this:

which eventually turned into this:
(Please note that in the time it took me to cut a delicious looking piece and get my camera, the loaf was almost entirely gone. It did not survive until dinner, when it was supposed to be eaten. And *I* did not get a single slice of it. We have since made more though, and it really is quite the yummy loaf.)

Miracle, people. This is a miracle. Try the recipe. It really was as easy as it sounds.

About as easy as hard-boiling an egg.