It's the first day of spring. Spring is probably my least favorite season, it's grey, muddy, and cold. But I do love spring snows. They're my favorite. It's warmer and they seem so out of place. Each one is like a little surprise. Love them! Imagine my delight when I opened the windows to air the house today and noticed some little flakes floating around outside.
I really like making bread. It's fun to get your hands dirty, but I understand that yeast is a scary thing for people who don't have experience with it. Somehow, I started using it when I was young and too immature to understand the fear that comes along with wasting time, money and energy. I had time and energy in abundance. My first real forte into baking was in the 7 th grade. I must have cooked before then because I choose to see which flour rose the highest using a cinnamon roll recipe. I made a lot of cinnamon rolls that year and when I turned in my report, there were questions asked of me that I had no idea what she meant. Questions about the weather and the heat of the oven. Things that I didn't know could make a difference in the baking of bread. Lots has happened since that first memorable baking. Today, I invited a friend over to make bread. I was kind of concerned about the strength of the yeast, because we bought a huge stash of it last year someti
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