First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes us with a baby carriage, then comes John's homemade bread that changes the way I view the world. For three weeks John fed the starter/researched/planned, and last Sunday he woke up at 3am to make it. I'm just not the person to spend this kind of time on one thing, but I'm glad I found a man who does.
By dinner we had two beautiful golden loaves.
The moment of truth finally came when John cut into them. For first loaves, he hit the ball out of the park. He was proud. We took several pictures and sent them to our family: oh my goodness! look at this bread! it's amazing it's amazing it's amazing!!!
Then we tasted.
Fern liked the soft part in the middle.
Burl said he loved it and it was so, SO good!
John and I were amazed.
After tasting, we sat down for dinner and enjoyed the fruits of all John's labor.
I was just googling that same thing - airy bread with a crunchy outside. You done good, John!
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