This is the fragrant, fluffy picture of victory.
I love how you all hopped on board the boat of facing needless fears. I can't tell you how beneficial it was to name the fear, have everybody see it in it's ugliness, and then strap on an apron and go full force ahead, knowing that if I didn't, I'd look like quite the hypocritical loser. It really pushed me into action.
For my first bread adventure ever, I chose a recipe from my new Cook's Country cookbook called Fluffy Dinner Rolls. The recipe, which included honey and milk, sounded delicious, and I had all the ingredients on hand. It was once I started that I realized this recipe had about a jizillion steps. No matter; I was going to do this, and try with all my might to do it right.
My favorite part about making these was kneading the dough. I don't have a stand mixer yet, so there was lots of hand-kneading to do. 15 minutes of it. And it was pure heaven. Warm dough of the most tantalizing consistancy, heavy with the scent of honey, butter, and yeast. Yes, I thought....This is GOOD.
Long story short, these turned out beautifully. (thank goodness)
And I'm ready for more.
I am so ridiculously proud of myself.
Here's to showing those fears who's boss.
love you all...
xo country girl
p.s. let me know if you'd like the recipe.