The Day My Bread Didn’t Rise
This post needs a little background. In short, we moved to Georgia. I couldn’t find bread we liked here, so I started making a knock-off recipe of Dave’s Killer Bread. I make bread at least once a week now and that’s what we use for toast and sandwiches. Fast forward to the beginning of October and that’s when there was a hitch in the giddy-up. I lost my bread mojo for a couple of days. It was gone, people. It’s the first time since I started baking that my bread did not rise. Henny Penny, the sky MUST be falling! And it didn’t just happen once. It happened twice. In…