
But my futile attempts to bake bread in the past were disastrous. It would come out compact and hard as a rock or just hard as a rock or it simply wouldn't even mix. I'm not one to usually follow recipes but I really tried to follow the directions correctly and they still wouldn't rise into a mouth-watering hunk of carbolicious goodness!
One day I asked Josh to bake the bread. Or did he decide to give it a try after he chipped his tooth on his sandwich? I don't remember... However it happend, the boy made a perfect loaf of bread...again and again and again.
So while I may not be a Little Red Hen, I'm very pleased to have a sweet loaf of bread and a sweet boy to make it!
We have the same dilemma in our house. In fact, about a month ago I was left home alone to make the bread and I just about had a panic attack.
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