Baking teaches patience
At least that’s what I’m hoping. Elliott and I made some multigrain bread together the other day. I gave him a small piece of the dough to work with, in the hope he would knead with me and watch his dough rise before baking it in the oven. Here’s what wasn’t eaten by Elliott before the first rise:
Elliott had about three times that amount of dough in the beginning. Hopefully it’s obvious which is his bowl. I found that on the floor by the heating duct is a great place for proving dough during winter. (Yes, the floor does need washing.) I guess Elliott needed a smaller bowl, more in proportion to the amount of dough he had left, as his didn’t really rise much, whereas I was pretty happy with mine.
Anyway, it didn’t really matter, as I couldn’t convince Elliott to not eat that small amount of dough and put it in the oven instead (maybe next time), so this is what went in:
And this is what came out:
I was pretty happy with the results. Elliott was pretty happy I let him eat dough. Apparently it’s better than actual bread. Dinner was this soup, with homemade bread rolls. I really liked the soup and bread, Chris wasn’t such a fan of the soup. There’s really no accounting for taste.
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I hope my next post will not be about cooking or baking, although that is about all we’ve been up to lately, apart from the mundane. Knitting, fabric and sewing news to come, I hope.
