BREAD

I have made bread! And it was good!

(rosemary french bread; could have stood with rising a little longer, and possibly ought to have been in baguettes instead of in round loafs; but it is delicious and I successfully made it!)

Alice is making fun of me right now for being this excited, but I'm serious, this has entirely made my day. Bread is one of those things I was afraid of -- something I couldn't quite believe I would ever be able to make. But now I want to make it every week, to never buy bread from the store again. Why would I ever eat store-bought when I can eat home-made? Why would I want all those preservatives when I can make my whole house smell like rosemary and flour and know exactly what went into it?