This week we’re making bread. This is particularly exciting in our house because our oven was not working for the past 2 weeks. Having a working oven is very exciting that I didn’t even have to make the bread myself. I just said the word and found myself surrounded by volunteers.
I did, however, have to replace the bake element. When I say we had a working oven, I mean we had all the parts for a working oven. I thought I had all the parts for a working oven last week, but the first element didn’t fit. I wish it had, because the first time I tried to replace the element I remembered to turn off the power to the range.
Don’t you love how I always give you a reason to laugh? Yes, this time I forgot to turn off the power. We were all excited about the prospect of baking, and the children gathered eagerly around me to watch. I whipped out the two racks from inside the oven and passed them to the nearest pair of hands. “Hold these!” I called for a broom head and dustpan, and quickly cleaned the ashes from the bottom of the oven. Why not, while it was completely empty?
I set the new element in place and reached for the wire clip in the back. Then I let out a loud shriek immediately followed by maniacal laughter, and stood up rubbing my hand, arm, and inner thigh which had been resting against the oven door.
Why is it so funny when people get buzzed? Perry has half a dozen hilarious stories about electrical shocks. Mine isn’t even funny and it still makes me laugh every time I think about it.
Once we were past that little adventure, we were in business. The oven fired up flawlessly and we got right to work.
We started by mixing up a batch of whole wheat bread dough. I rarely buy bread, but if we’re not diligent to make our own we wind up using a steady supply of store-bought tortillas instead.
As soon as the 3 loaves were out of the oven, it was time to enjoy the fruits of our labor. One loaf was gone long before the other 2 had cooled.
This was Tuesday, and Tuesday is potluck day at the Coghlan house. We decided to celebrate by making braided challah bread as well.
Part of the reason I love braided bread is because it’s so forgiving. Even if you don’t get your strands exactly in thirds, or if your braiding technique is a little uneven, the bread still turns out pretty.
Since it was potluck night, we decided to double the recipe and make 4 braids: 2 to share, 2 to gobble greedily. After doing the first two myself, I let Becca and Natalie each braid one.
A little uneven, but still pretty:
See? Beautiful, and delicious!
It’s a good thing we had 2 loaves hidden, because the first 2 loaves were long gone by the time I went through the dinner line. Would you believe we had 55 people here in our little house? Actually, we had 55 people everywhere. They were in the house, on the deck, in the yard…
That’s the story of bread in our house. I’m guessing Smockity will want to remind you about her wonderful, delicious, fabulously easy refrigerator dough which we make more than our own recipes now. I don’t know what Kimberly or the Headmistress have up their sleeves, so you’ll just have to go see for yourself.
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