bread baking

Everyone knows that bread is yummy. I've eaten more than my fair share to gain my curves.

the other day I received a phone message from my friend Pam. Do you want to go to a bread baking class Saturday. I have an extra ticket. At first I didn't think I could go. I thought it was a Girl Scout weekend for my niece. But it wasn't. (She wouldn't have gone anyway. Double ear infection. Poor kid is miserable. And can't hear.) So I could go. Yeah!

I met Pam and her family at the Hellertown Park and Ride and we carpooled to the event. I got to sit in the front seat since I was voted navigator.  We arrived 15 minutes early.

The cooking school is on a farm property. The classroom used to be a chicken coop. It's massive. The former owners must have had 150 chickens. I did not take a pix of the interior. I guess I should have.

 I did take a lot of pictures of bread. 8 loaves were baked when we arrived, and there was 20 loves rising.

We saw a demo on the mixing process. Since the dough was already mixed and rising. Basically it's flour, water and salt.

Plain is delightful.  But then you start to mix things into it. Above is green olives, cheese, and the purple one is walnut. She had some with red beets, roasted peppers, dates and I can't remember what else. I ate everything put in front of me. As did everyone else. Then there was vegetable soup. I waddled away from the table.

We got to form the dough, let it rise again, warm the cast iron skillets, and tend the oven. This is my loaf. Hot from the dutch oven. She said it will last only two days. Let the carb loading continue.