Monday, March 28, 2011

Baking bread.

Yesterday, I baked some French rolls for sandwiches. They turned out okay. But the best part was enlisting Joe's help. He proceeded to scoop flour into his mouth and proclaim, "Mmmmmmm." Yummy.


Getting in for a closer look.

Getting up close.

Sniff sniff.

Smelling it.

All done kneading!

Helping Mama make bread.

To be fair, this is pretty much what I look like after baking bread too.

Note to self: Make Joe an apron. Or coveralls.


  1. You totally need to make a boy apron. (And maybe a couple dog aprons while you're at it?)

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  3. I was chatting to my neighbor last spring, when he informed me that he was growing hard, strong, bread wheat under contract for a major bakery firm. I was able to watch it grow over the ensuing months and was pleased to see it do so well and ripen well during the late summer. Yee Kok Siong


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