I just made bread: from scratch. I always have wanted to, just never got around to it. Well, now I have. And well, it rocks.
I mixed and kneaded, rested and watched things rise. I baked it and revelled in the scent of cooking bread filling my house. Golden brown straight from the oven, carving first one piece and another. Coating with butter, watching it melt. And then the anticipation of taste; the flavour, the texture! Perfectly crunchy crust, soft white inside. And oh. oh. It was worth the measuring, the kneading, the waiting.
I am a convert. Yes, I now finally understand why people choose to make bread: besides the fact it is ridiculously cheap.
Ahhh. Now I want more. I have created a monster. Justin better get home soon, or else there will be none left.