Like much of Canada, we are in a deep freeze here in Toronto, currently. And while the Teenager is perfectly happy on weekends to sleep in until noon and lounge about in her PJs until 3pm, then help herself to breakfast and have a shower and go back to bed, the rest of us are going a bit stir crazy.
For me, going stir crazy doesn’t actually mean I want to leave the house. Is that weird? I’d actually prefer to make, bake and create all day, only leaving the house to buy more supplies. I guess that means I have a strong desire to fatten up for hibernation, or something.
So this is what I made:
Yes! No knead, artisan bread! So pretty, right? This is the version I’ve been using, with a fair amount of success. It’s a total cinch to make, even for a scaredy-cat like me. I need to try a rye or whole wheat version next, I think.
Of course, the Threenager won’t touch it because it doesn’t look like “her bread”. Actually, she pretty much refuses to eat anything I try and put any effort into making for her. Does anyone else have this problem?? Seriously, she would sooner have a Starbucks muffin than one we baked together from scratch. And she’ll eat any number of soups at preschool, but if I try to make the EXACT same soup for dinner? “I don’t like it.”
What. The. Fuck. Child.
Perhaps now you understand where the title of this blog came from?