In some parts of the intarwebz I am known as Iggy, first of all. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s bake some bread.
My mother made most of what we ate growing up, especially our bread. I still have a hard time eating storebought bread. It just tastes so spongy and bland and soggy to me. I like a hearty, dense bread. Thick-cut. With cheese. Mmm. Anyway, so when I’m not being lazy, I make bread which my children then refuse to eat so that I have to pay $2.29 per loaf of HFCS-free no-preservative wheat bread for them at the grocery store which they then eat inside of a week, but I digress. It makes me happy to eat homemade bread and that’s the important thing.
Lightly buttered goodness, waiting to be sliced.
