Bread making - oops!

I went to make bread this morning, and found out, too late, that I didn't actually have enough white flour. Oops!

So, instead of tossing the whole thing, I decided to improvise. I took the last of our oatmeal and ran in through the blender to make oat flour, then added a little extra whole wheat flour as well.

Our Daily Bread - recipe

I'm not sure when or how it happened, but sometime during moving to New Hampshire, the decision was made that I would try making our bread instead of buying it. I've tried a few recipes, both white bread and whole wheat, along with the rye bread and oatmeal bread that I made in England. The white bread didn't taste as good as I would have liked, the whole wheat was too hard, and the rye and oat didn't necessarily have the right texture for sandwiches either.

Then I found a recipe for a wheat bread using both white and wheat flour that came out amazing! It was theoretically supposed to make three loaves of bread, but it really only makes two. Still, it's a fairly easy recipe that produces a good flavor and texture to use for sandwiches. I'm starting to play with variations on it as well, and I'll post those as I find them.

Adventures in Abelskievers!

One of my fondest memories of my maternal grandmother from growing up was her making abelskievers on Saturday mornings during her visits, and my brothers and I eating them as fast as they came out of the pan. For those who don't know what Abelskievers are, they are "golf-ball pancakes" - a danish(?) pasty apparently served mostly on holidays. To me, though, they're mostly a wonderful memory of Mamu.

Fear

This morning, I started crying in bed, which seriously disturbed my husband. I told him the tears were a good thing, and he said "ok, but you're going to have to explain that one."

My hands hurt. The pain wasn't what made me cry, though, it was what the pain signified.