Bread

Our oven broke on the weekend. 

It was a very sad day for me, as Im baking something nearly every day.

Baking is both a necessity and comfort for me.

My mother is/was an avid baker, and I loved coming home greeted by the aroma of freshly baked bread, or cinnamon buns, or cookies, or rice pilaf.

My mother baked to sustain her husband and children.
Now I bake to sustain my own family, and the act of doing so brings me back to my childhood.
Which is comforting to me.

But now my oven is broken.

I don't know why or how it started, but last October I challenged myself to bake all the bread my family would want/need to eat. We can eat our fair share of toast and sandwiches in this house, so this meant baking 3 loaves of bread every week, at least. The recipe I use is for a whole wheat artisan bread. Super easy. Super delicious. Soon I was making brown bread, rye bread, raisin bread, buns, you name it; my kitchen was a constant mess of flour and dirty loaf pans.

But now my oven is broken.

Today, at the grocery store I was forced to buy my very first loaf of bread since I started my challenge. It felt really weird, and I had forgotten how expensive bakery bread is!
(Note: I bought the cheapest bread I could find. Old Mill $1.49 per loaf! Not bad. But, eating it was like eating cotton candy. This bread is so soft and fluffy, it practically melts in your mouth.)

We will be contacting our landlord to see if we can get the oven fixed.

But really, we are moving in just over two weeks so I think I can make this work. 

Thank goodness for Susan and Abraham, though, I've already been over to their house twice to do some needed baking. 

A girls gotta bake!