As many of you know, we had a bit of excitement about a week ago when I accidentally set my kitchen on fire trying to bake bread (which I do on a very regular basis, so I don't quite know what happened this time!). I lost a few towels to the flames, and made an extraordinary mess, but everything was ok, and Dave was really quite kind about the whole fiasco.
Here is a photo of the nastiness that was the inside of my oven:
Now that things are back to normal, I thought I'd try baking bread again, but I was a little nervous. Didn't want to set another fire, you know. Although, Dave said that if it caught fire again, we'd just get a new oven. It was tempting, but I didn't want the embarrassment of 2 house fires that close together, so I played it very safe.
What a relief it was, then, to have my bread rise without incident! I was so happy after the first rising cycle that I turned part of the dough into celebratory cinnamon-raisin bread. And added a few rolls for good measure (there were 4, but I had to taste-test when they were fresh out of the oven....)
See? Isn't that a much nicer picture than the one above?
It's such a relief to have baked bread without incident after the last time. Next time I might even try leaving the room while it's rising. For now, though, I'm just enjoying the way the house smells!