There. I said it. I do not like to purchase store sandwich bread. I don't really know why. I mean, there are tons of great brands out there. My children love "brown" bread. In fact, the browner and seedier, the better for them. I can practically purchase any kind for whatever diet or life style I desire. No HFCS, no gluten, lots of nuts, whole-grain, whole-wheat, or even "white" whole-wheat! Our new favorite is Dave's Killer Bread from Costco. Try it.
I have decided that it is not really the money that I spend on bread that makes it such a pain to purchase. Chances are that when I go grocery shopping, at lease one brand of bread that we like will be on sale. Most of the time it is 2 loaves for $5. Sometimes I can even get 2 loaves for $4! That is a steal.
Perhaps it is because I love baking. I really do. Lately I have been experimenting with sourdough and I am in love. I have made sourdough pizza dough that is to die for. For about a month now our neighbors and us do "Pizza Friday" together and I am the permanent dough maker. I love it. The other weekend I made sourdough pancakes. I think Levi ate 12-15 just by himself. I have a batch "sponging"right now for either french bread or sticky buns (I can't decide).
But the problem is, whenever I make sandwich bread, it never turns out as good and soft as the store brands. I have pretty much given up with sandwich bread. There are plenty of other things that I have perfected in my kitchen, granola being the one I make at least once a week!
So here is the challenge that I am giving myself: To make/create/steal the perfect sandwich bread recipe. I encourage any words of wisdom from the fellow bakers who read this blog (Christine, that is you!) Once I get something that my kids love, that bakes relatively quick, I will share the recipe.
My Claire. Ah, she has been such a tom-boy for so long that I had grand hopes of this becoming her true personality. However, lately, she has exhibited some very "feminine" thoughts.
First of all, she about had a breakdown on Thursday when she found out that Diego (Go, Diego, Go from Nickelodeon) was in fact not a girl, but a boy. I found her and Owen (next door neighbor) arguing and I asked what was up. Claire said "Mom, does Diego have chocolate eyes like me and is Diego a girl like me?" I said, no, that he did have chocolate (brown) eyes like she did, but that Diego was a boy. She lost it. Wow.
Claire has been potty trained for a while now. When we started, the only underwear in her size was very princess-y. I was able to find some girl underwear from the movie Madagascar, but otherwise not much. I think it is obvious to everyone that I detest the whole princess thing, so instead, she wore Levi's old undies. Turned out great, since what she liked to play was cars and trains and dinosaurs. That is all the undies that Levi had! Lightning McQueen, Thomas and lots of dinosaurs. Well, tonight after bath when Josh was getting her dressed, he pulled out a pair of dinosaur undies for her. She looked at him and said "Papa, those are boys underwear. I need ones with sparkles."
UGH. What is a mother to do? Just wait it out I guess.