I was going to start some bread this evening, but I was sorely in need of a nap, and when I woke up, it was time for TV. So, I guess I'll bake tomorrow. My sister sent me a challah recipe. I haven't had time yet to check it against a couple other recipes I have, but I don't suppose there's whole lot of difference.
Now, bread in general has many varieties. White. Wheat. Whole Wheat. Peanut Butter (Sis's recipe). Oatmeal. Oh, yes, and let's not forget Jewish Rye. In my favorite cookbook, The Joy of Cooking by Irma Rombauer (1943 ed.) there are 45 pages of bread and biscuit recipes. And then there are the pages of jams and jellies to go with.
My hands are arthritic, and I have trouble kneading bread, and my breadmaker decided not to bake, so I guess I'm going to have to work these sorry fingers if I want real, honest-to-goodness Whole Wheat bread. This would be a good time to try out Deborah's Honey Wheat Bread. (Now, where did I put that recipe?)
I remember my grandmother's baking day. Ah, such lovely smells. Oh, and the cinnamon rolls. To die for. Maybe I'll make some cinnamon rolls too. If I have some brown sugar. Ah-ha! One whole box, not even opened yet. Raisins? Some, but I don't think quite enough.
No, silly, not whole wheat cinnamon rolls. I'll have to make a separate batch of parker house rolls dough for the cinnamon rolls. That's what my grandmother used, and so, of course, that's the only proper way to make them.
Ah, found Deborah's recipe, but it makes 4 loaves, and I think I have only 2 loaf pans. Oops, it calls for carob powder, and I don't have any. OK, so it's Rombauer's standard Whole Wheat recipe.
But right now, I think I hear my bed calling.
Shalom