Baking bread really is an art form. Even though it consists of only a few elements it can easily be ruined. My Grandma made the best homemade bread. It wasn't anything fancy, just plain ole white bread. However, it was the best homemade bread. I still remember what her house smelled like. Making bread is always something I have wanted to learn but just haven't put in the effort. However, I am currently jumping in head first but am not expecting perfection. Normally I get discouraged when my food doesn't turn out but I understand bread takes practice so I am going pretty easy on myself.
My first try was pretty bad. I did so many things wrong. A big one being, time. Nap time happened right in the middle of it rising. I wasn't going to wake her for some dough. The end product was edible but bad. My second try fared a little better. Doesn't it look pretty?
The end product still ended up in the trash for the most part. My dinner rolls were more like rocks and my bread had a really hard crust and the bread was too moist. My daughter seemed to enjoy it. Which was funny because she doesn't normally care for bread.
For try three I am going to try a recipe out of my bread book and keep my fingers crossed. I love the idea of homemade bread. If you can make it well it beats store bought every time.