I sure did! I shocked myself. Took it out of the oven, uncovered it and saw this:
Picture me jumping up and down doing the Rocky dance. Now comes the slicing...
A slicing no? Perhaps.
Happy, happy, joy, joy:
Thanks for hanging with me through my bread baking. I'm no where near edumacated in this art form but I have found a new passion. I'm so very excited.
Sensei-John approved with some very helpful hints. Next, I will take it to THE ORACLE, Tia and see what she thinks.
Poppy and I were walking to the bus stop this morning in the freezing cold. She commented that this was nothing and that back in the day all she had to keep her warm was a far in the hearth.
In the morning, Pioneer-Poppy would wake up, throw off the bear skin blanket (she shot that bear with her double-ought buck shotgun), slide into her moccasins (lined with wool from the sheep she sheared), shuffle on over to the hearth and get that far going to warm up the cabin. Yep, that's the cabin she built from logs that she made from fallen trees...even mixed her own mortar with nothin but water and used paper towels. Last thing she said before we got on the bus "I sure does miss them days."
Talk to you tomorrow!