And I'm not sure what to do. I looked down at my cutting board. It was a mess of half-eaten and abandoned loaves (I counted seven).
Here's yesterdays latest experiment:
|my attempt at epis (French: "stalks" of wheat) and some bloated baguettes|
Today I made no bread. Instead, I started to recycle the remnants. I took two half-eaten loaves and stuck them in the freezer, and another, cubed and then froze. I made croutons and maple bread pudding, which was supposed to be saved for after dinner tonight with friends, but after MiniMan's repeated attacks and requests, now has a good-sized chunk missing. Oh well. I guess that means it tastes good (at least to a toddler).