Baby's First Bread

I made bread. Like actual for real ass bread for myself. I made the first loaf a couple weeks ago using a recipe CK sent me. She made me some bread and it was so damned good and made her place smell great. I wanted to try it but figured I did not have the ingredients or tools to even begin. Turns out you don't need much. I have a stove, a big pot, and water. All I needed was yeast, flour, and salt. Yeah. Recipe only has four ingredients.

This is the first one I made. It came out flatter than I pictured but tasted really good. I realized that I messed up pouring the water into the mixture because it became very hard to stir it all together. Either way, I let it sit overnight and baked it and got to eat bread that I made. I still wanted it taller and with more holes.

A few days ago I made my second bread. It came out much better than the first. It was slightly taller and had a really good crust all around. I knocked on it when it cooled off and smiled like an idiot. But even after making that first one and liking it I still felt as if this process was too easy for some reason and thought that when I cut into it the damn thing would pour flour. That's what I get for watching too many old sitcoms. When they made bread something stupid would always happen. It is bigger than it appears. I have crazy long fingers.

This one came out better than the first. It had holes in it and due to the size I was able to make big sandwiches. It is something special when you can make your own bread for a sandwich. I also melted some butter on a pan and laid a few slices on it and had a bomb ass bacon sandwich. Judge me all you want. At this moment I have some more dough rising in the kitchen and will be enjoying more bread tomorrow. I am gonna try something different and place it in a rectangular plan and see what happens. This recipe was given to me from a blog that altered a NY Times recipe. Click here to check it out.