Bake bread

After yesterday's effort (though in fact Louka didn't eat it), she wanted to bake again. This time I suggested bread.

First she tipped the flour into the bowl and mixed it around by hand (and by foot, leg and tummy, it seemed from the evidence). Then she mixed in the yeast, salt, water and maple syrup and stirred it all up. I started the kneading to get it into a homogeneous mix, then handed it over for her to squish and squash and squeeze, and tear and roll and make things from. Then she rolled it into a ball, buttered the bowl and put it in to rise.


When it was ready, she buttered two of her cake tins and put in the dough - in little pieces. Oh well, it might make pull-aparts. She then decorated one loaf with poppy seeds and the other with sesame seeds.


They looked pretty good when they came out of the oven, and the one we took for a picnic tasted pretty good too (fresh bread always does, doesn't it?). Overall, it was good fun, but there was a lot of waiting for the bread to rise and Louka got a bit bored. Maybe we should stick to cake and biscuits for a while.