The humans–especially the male–still seem to be possessed by the notion of creating the perfect bread. You will recall, perhaps with the same schadenfreude and nostalgic chuckle that I do, their attempts to make homemade pizza crust. It did not, by any stretch of the imagination, go well.
Today they are trying a simple recipe for Amish bread, a white sandwich-style loaf that is made from an enriched dough. Sigyn, shall we help them out–or at least bear witness to the carnage?
Prep time 30 minutes? With these two, I’m betting it’ll be closer to an hour. You’d think two cooks would be twice as fast, but that assumes no one’s getting in anyone else’s way.
And that I’m not involved.
I knew it! The humans are physically incapable of following a recipe precisely.
They’ve already deviated from the stated ingredients in two ways. The human female has reduced the amount of sugar and is planning to substitute some whole wheat flour for one of the cups of white flour. (Woman, it’s bread. If it turns out, you’re going to eat a ton of it, which is not healthy, wholegrain flour notwithstanding.
First, we need to prepare Sigyn’s favorite part.
My love, we’ve had the discussion about leaning out too far over measuring cups.
And be careful around the stove!
The human female told me why we need to scald the milk. She said, “Blah blah, denaturation of enzymes, blah, blah.” I propose a new rule: No science in the kitchen.
Once the milk has cooled, we need a cup of water…
And some sugar–but not as much as in the original recipe–
Yes, my sweet, you can draw a smiley face in the sugar with your finger if you want.
The milk, the water, the yeast, and the sugar all go in one big bowl.
While our “little fungal friends” are doing their thing, we can assemble the other ingredients and tools.
Sigyn likes the look of the foamy, recipe-ready yeast.
I think it looks disgusting, but then, the larval stage of anything is usually unattractive, and I suppose there’s no reason bread should be any different.
Time for the first cup of flour.
Then more flour, oil, and salt.
The first few cups of flour go in easily. After that, the dough gets rather stiff and it takes some real muscle to do the stirring. And then there is ten minutes of kneading!
Come on, humans! Get through this and you can skip arm day at the gym. (I’ve heard mortals say that. I have no idea what it means.)
Stirring and kneading complete! We now have what the human female calls a “dough baby.”
Soft, round, squishy, and makes a mess everywhere. Yep. Baby.
Time for baby to take a little nap in a warm place.
It’s barely warm in here, and the felines can’t play with it. Now, while we wait for it to rise, I suppose we could clean up the mess we’ve made. But gods don’t do dishes, so I’ll leave all the bowls and cups and pans and measuring spoons for the humans to deal with.
Our dough baby has grown up. Now comes my favorite part of the process–smacking down the risen dough to watch it deflate!
Do I spy a human female handprint? I believe I do!
Morekneadingmorekneadingmorekneadingmorekneadingmorekneadingmorekneading… Ready to shape into loaves.
(later) The loaves have risen and are ready for the oven. Welcome to the human female’s kitchen–the pans don’t match…
…and the loaves don’t either. The female did this one. Look at that unfilled corner!
Sloppy, mortal, sloppy. But into the oven they go!
Now all we can do is wait.
And wait. It is starting to smell good in here! It could still go badly wrong, though. The human female could pull the loaves out too early. Or too late. What will it be–soggy bottom or meteorite?
Well, for good or ill, the loaves are out and are cool enough to turn out of the pans.
What do you think, Sigyn? They look all right. But the proof is in the eating. And the verdict is….
Yummy!!! Circle the date on the calendar, the bread is not only edible, it’s actually good.
And it’s going to make awesome toast!