Remember the post where I made Justin Wilson's bread? I inquired about what kind of bread machine to use. I discovered that most made theirs by hand like me.
I was so thrilled to receive this wonderful gift. I read and read and discovered every recipe called for dry milk. I didn't have any at the moment so I worked on getting a table ready because the instructions said Do not operate on flammable surface. Here is my knocked together unit that will hold the meat grinder and my bread machine while providing extra work space. The top is an old enamel piece from a destroyed, not by me, Hoosier cabinet. The bottom has rollers so I can move it anywhere.
As much as I love the art of bread making it was so nice to place ingredients in here and go about my rat killing without waiting on any thing. I remembered to take pictures when SOMEONE reminded me. I was two seconds from done.
Here's the bucket,
Here's the loaf, perfect!
I slathered it with butter and set it to cool.
Didn't make it to cool. That is why it's a little crooked. Sliced it early, shared with Marcy since she brought the mix. Jake, Andrew and Hubby came through sniffing the air like a coon dog looking for game. It's gone before it cooled.
Thank you, Lynne. The old saying "...and the whole da** family thanks you" is very true! You have made me a very happy cook.
Oh, I will still knead that dough time to time just for the pure joy of it but for now I can bake homemade bread while I'm taking a nap...right!
