When I was a little girl, my mom made bread. Lots of bread. She was given a bread starter that smelled like heaven, and for some reason, she always baked it at night after dinner. When the bread would come out of the oven, we would all stay up just to test it. With butter.
Soooo not healthy... but you know what? It was healthy for my soul. And made memories. Both good things if you ask me.
So now, I have a little one to teach the art of kneading dough. And making bread. Well, I don't exactly make bread much but I make a mean pizza dough.
Teaching Annie Beth the art of kneading will take time, but we have started with learning the difference in the feel of dough. That's one of the first things to learn is when it's ready. It feels a certain way.
Once we make dough... and she watches how it rises, we made pizza. This is where I took over. Her job was done (she was ready to move on... but someday, this will be an Annie job).
I give you my latest creations...
Plum, arugula, goat cheese, a little Italian cheese, fig spread with ginger as the "sauce" topped with prosciutto after I pulled it out of the oven.
And roasted tomatoes, corn, roasted zucchini, arugula, garlic, olive oil and Italian cheese with goat cheese chunks.
It's really one of my favorite activities. Baking. So glad my last name is now Baker, for it just fits ;)