baking

I've found the answer to a rather frustrating problem. Ever since we have been here there has been general family despair over the quality of the bread. Even Tim, my white bread boy, has refused to eat sandwiches made of the soft, white, sweet stuff that comes off the supermarket shelves. Whole-wheat is not much better and the gluten free options aren't even worth mentioning. If there are regular Baker's Delight type bread shops, I haven't as yet managed to find them.

The up side of this for me is that I have stopped eating bread. I did have a brief fling with fresh bagels, but there are only so many bagels you can eat. It's just not worth it, and if I am going to indulge in something that is so bad for me, it at least has to taste halfway decent. After all, I didn't ship a jar of vegemite half way round to the world to spread it on something that tastes like sugar flavored cardboard.

Anyway, I digress. The solution this is problem was very simple, requiring only a packet of flour, some yeast and a bit of time. Much to the delight of my children I have been baking bread - bread that smells like bread, bread that tastes like bread.

It's a relatively satisfying thing to do, and reminds me again how there can be great pleasure in these simple tasks.