Lewie and I have been trying our hand at homemade bread making. Although I haven’t priced it out entirely, I’m fairly certain that it is cheaper than buying a loaf that is quite processed and doesn’t taste nearly as good as the homemade stuff does. We’ve spent the past few Sunday afternoons baking two loaves which EASILY last us the week or more. Last night I tried my hand at baking with Whole Wheat Flour from a local mill (another plus) and it turned out okay. I think in the future I’ll go with a more finely ground flour.
In additional to be fiscally responsible with the bread making, there’s this whole thing about having something to do with the making of your own food–that you had a hand (no pun intended) in what is going into your body, to keep your body from expiring. Whether it be baking your bread, picking tomatoes off your vine, or whipping up your own salsa, or pesto, or pickles–YOU had something to do with it. It is a rewarding feeling. I think it also fuels the creative side of Lewie and I to a degree. Maybe we’ll venture out and do some crazy breads in the future. For now, I’ll let creativity find Lew sauteing up some lime and red-pepper chicken for our breakfast burritos (yes–I’m spoiled by a hubby who fixes a hot breakfast every morning).
I’m also happy to be learning this trade because it is something that my Mom has always been great at and known for–I’m so proud to carry on this tradition with our family.