I got a recipe, followed it to the letter. I even broke out the thermometer. I was completely dedicated to NOT having a wheat-brick this time. And guess what - it worked! I didn't kill the yeast. It actually rose - twice. And it filled my house with the lovely smell of baking. Mission accomplished. But as my bread cooled all I could think was SANDWICHES. I WANT SANDWICHES. Not one sandwich. A variety of sandwiches. Here's what I made:
Turkey & Brie melt with spicy olive tapanade
Roast Beef & Sharp Cheddar melt with balsamic caramelized onions & horseradish sauce
Tarragon Chicken Salad
BLT
It was a sandwich weekend. Of the four above, my favorite was the Roast Beef & Cheddar sandwich. The onions made it. But my favorite use of the bread was not even a sandwich - it was the first slice, hot and buttered and perfect.
My successful loaf has inspired me to keep baking. I'm going to try some different recipes, make up some new sandwiches - my house will smell fantastic.
