I have never bragged about being a good cook or much of a baker, but I have tried my hand at both.
Mark and I received several cookbooks as wedding gifts and one of them was a bread cookbook. My mom was a fantastic baker and I thought maybe someday I would follow in her footsteps which is why I thought I would try to make some homemade bread to impress my new husband.
My first attempt at bread making was to make a loaf of bread for sandwiches for Mark’s lunches. The first few days I sent this bread in his lunch he didn’t complain, but he finally fessed up and said the bread was a little doughy and kind of heavy. I was so proud of my bread and thought it tasted pretty good, so I guess I was a little upset by his comment because the next day I packed him a lunch one final time. At lunchtime that day, Mark opened his brown bag and bit into a sandwich that consisted of homemade bread, crunchy peanut butter, jelly, ham, cheese, mayonnaise, mustard and ketchup. Inside the bag he also found a handwritten note that said, “This will teach you to complain about your lunch. From now on you can pack it yourself.”
I never made homemade bread again.