My Non-Bread Baking History
I grew up on Wonder bread in the fifty's. Or maybe it was Tasty bread. Some kind of soft, white, mushy bread anyway. We ate it with our sandwiches, for toast in the mornings and it was always on the table with butter for dinner. There was no such thing as artisan bread. Oh my father would eat cinnamon raison bread mostly toasted. We may also have had English muffins and refrigerated rolls that Mom would bake on special occasions. But I know my mother never baked a loaf of bread in her life. Nor do I remember any of my friends' moms baking bread. I don't even think Mrs. Cleaver baked bread. Cookies yes. Bread no. My grandmother never baked bread nor did my great aunt, Helen, who was a fantastic cook. She fried chicken, made the best banana cream pies but never baked bread that I remember. Jump ahead 20 some years and the only person I knew that baked bread was my mother-in-law. She was retired and had t...