For as long as I can remember growing up, Sundays meant waking up to my baker poppa making fresh bread. What a wonderful way to wake up-to the scent of fresh bread baking. Today, Sunday, as I was washing the dishes, waiting for the coffee to steep, waiting for the lady to wake up, I felt a little voice piping up inside of me gently suggesting that maybe some bread would make Sunday complete. The lady, upon waking, asked me, without prompting, if I was going to make bread today. Actually, what she asked, technically, was “What’re you going to make today” with a very strong “Are you going to make bread today” undertone. I know my lady, I like to think.
The thing is, we have somewhere to go, eventually, early afternoon, and it’s chilly in the house. How best to rise the bread, I wondered. And it was she who made the great suggestion. After doing much research on cute old lady baker blogs, she found the microwave technique. Easily enough, you pop a cup of water and cook it in the microwave for 3 minutes, most conveniently while you prepare the dough. Then, you take out the water and pop in the dough, covered and in a buttery bowl, into the now steamy warm microwave, and forget about it for an hour or so minimum.
Bam-repurposing. Which is nice since we don’t use the microwave anymore and it’s been a pretty useless, difficult item to justify still having in the kitchen.
In other news, I have my eyes set on a grain mill. Yay baker’s toys…