What a crock! Remember that saying? Well, I've got a crock for you. A bread crock. It belonged to my mother.
I think it's safe to say that my mother is a well-seasoned bread maker & baker. She hasn't done it in years but I think the term still applies. I mean, do you ever lose that talent?
When I was a little girl in the late 60's I remember my mother making bread on a regular basis. We lived out in the country, way out, so we didn't have the luxury of a corner grocery. Add to that the fact that we had several hired men to feed at least one meal a day, plus my dad and brothers and you know why she didn't buy her bread. We went through alot of it.
I like to bake bread but I'm not nearly as seasoned as my mother. I've made it from scratch and in a bread machine. I've never been quite satisfied with the way it turns out. About the bread machine - it tastes good but I don't especially care for the large square size/shape. About the bread from scratch - sometimes it turns out, sometimes not. I'm sure there are several reasons why that may be. It could be that my yeast isn't fresh, maybe my room temperature is too cool, maybe I used too much or not enough flour, etc. I remember my mother saying that it's something you have to do over and over again so that you learn "the feel of the dough." She knew that really well because I don't ever remember her measuring her ingredients. If I tried her method, I'd end up with large bricks.
Last night we were out of bread so I decided that I'd try my hand at baking some. Heather shared her recipe on her blog so I decided I'd give it a try. She bakes bread weekly so I was sure it was a tried and true recipe. Turns out my assumption was right. It's delish.
I got out my mom's bread crock to place the dough in to rise. As my bread was rising, I was talking to my mom on the phone. I told her there was wheat bread rising in her bread crock. I could hear the smile in her voice. She said, 'Oh, that makes me so happy to know that you're using it.' And that made me happy.
As a side note, while I was mixing my ingredients, I was wishing that they were more easily accessible. Denise had been thinking the same thing during her last bread making adventure and she did something about it. I may have to do a bit of re-arranging in my cabinets and on my counters.