I begin to understand
When poets waxed lyrical about the glories of well baked bread, they had to be talking about a rare and uncommon thing. I have thermometers and a temperature controled oven and every modern convenience, and I'm still stuggling with this bread-baking thing. Especially that second rise. (But I gotta tell you, this dense bread is really yummy!) What blows me away is that our foremothers, for millenia, did all their baking in a wood-fired oven with no thermostat. How did they know when it was hot enough? How did they keep it hot enough? No wonder there's all this har-de-har about new brides not being able to turn out a decent meal. This is the sort of thing that would takes years of practice. My Norwegian grandmother was cook for a logging camp, and fed thirty men with what she cooked on a wood stove. I am not fit to wash her pots and pans.
Bread baking has been a humbling experience so far, but I'm not done yet by any means!!
I am, however gaining back the weight I fought to lose. Homemade bead, even indifferent home-made bread, is delicious!!