Friday is bread day. It is an all day affair. After mixing and kneeding the big ball of dough is left to rise for three hours, although it is punched down every hour. After this it is split up, rolled and placed in the individual pans. After rising for another two hours it is ready to go in the oven. It is truly a labour of love. Mom does the labour and we give her the love. Nothing like homemade bread. I sometimes think of offering to get a bread machine for christmas but at this point I am worried that would be sacrilegious.
Friday is bread day. It is an all day affair. After mixing and kneeding the big ball of dough is left to rise for three hours, although it is punched down every hour. After this it is split up, rolled and placed in the individual pans. After rising for another two hours it is ready to go in the oven. It is truly a labour of love. Mom does the labour and we give her the love. Nothing like homemade bread. I sometimes think of offering to get a bread machine for christmas but at this point I am worried that would be sacrilegious.
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