You're All That I Knead

I finally busted out the bread maker. You dump all the ingredients in and FOUR HOURS LATER you have bread. Good night, it's not hard but takes a long time; it mixes, and sits, and kneads, and sits, and kneads, and rises, bakes, and then cools. If you want bread for dinner, you have to get it in the machine before noon! But it smells so good and nothing beats fresh, warm bread with butter. Except maybe warm cake.

The first loaf was a flop. I didn't take a picture and threw it out after dinner. I made too small of a loaf for the pan and didn't add enough yeast. The second loaf was an onion bread that needed more onion. The third, and pictured below, was a honey oat bread made with buttermilk. It was so good. I didn't even wait for the machine to finish cooling it before I pulled it out and sliced off the top and smeared it with cold butter. Mmmm.

Now I'll admit this is still semi-homemade; I didn't do any kneading. And probably never will. It would simply be too much work for my liking. But I didn't use a mix and the bread was oh so good. I'm excited to try a carrot poppyseed loaf and a couple of other recipes.

I'm off to make toast!