Posting will be light this week. In exchange for last week's leisure, I have experiments every day this week.
So today I got home early (4:30ish) and decided I could still make split pea soup and fresh bread for dinner, even though I was tired and both of these items take multiple hours to complete.
Turns out, it takes much less time to bake bread if you don't spend any time hand wringing over how it's already too late to bake bread.
Remembering something my mom mentioned months ago, I asked GeekBaby if he wanted to learn to bake bread. The answer, a resounding yes.
I did all the measuring and mixing (I'm not insane, also I bake by weight), and talked him through everything I did. Once the basic dough was together, I cut him off a chunk, and showed him how to knead.
I warmed up the oven a little, since it's so cold today, and popped the bowls inside to proof. They rose nicely, and when they were ready, we shaped our loaves and preheated the oven while they proofed again.
Isn't his result lovely? I let him wield the bakery's lame himself, so his cross is a bit wobbly, but not that bad.
This was an unexpected lot of fun. Baking bread through his eyes renewed a lot of its charm for me, to whom it's long been a chore.