When I was a kid, my sister and I used to go over to a friend’s house and her dad would gather us in the kitchen and we would make bread. I don’t remember exactly how involved we were in the pre-dough stage, but we got to make our bread into shapes and then he would bake them and we would eat them. I knew when my kid started being able to help out in the kitchen – and being very excited to help out – that bread was going to be one of our projects.
Today she was looking for something to do and I decided it might be the right day. I found a recipe online (from Jamie Oliver) and we went out to get our ingredients.
When we got back into the kitchen she was a little impatient as I read through the recipe and figured things out, but once we got started she got her hands right in.
It was a little messy:
…But once it was time to knead the dough, she knew exactly what to do.
The problem with making bread is that you have to let it rise twice, so instead of just mixing, baking and then eating, there is a bit more of a wait, but we got through that extra time with a bit of a dance party.
Eventually the bread came out of the oven.
It smelled like bread and it looked like bread, but we had to taste:
I think she approved.
(And while we had all the ingredients out, and since we had bought yeast, we made some baked doughnuts too…