A lovely lady at church gave a RS meeting about baking French Bread. I sort of remember having an Enrichment like this several years ago and it seeming to be more complicated. This gal said that a baguette, start to finish was about an hour. An hour? Even I can do that, and have helpers.
We made some baguettes at church and they were pretty great, had risen beautifully into nice little round baguettes so cute I could pinch them. I didn't want to look like the glutton I felt I was inside, so limited myself to just two pieces. I knew I'd have to make these again soon. I wanted to try out this recipe at home, and I wanted it to be absolutely as perfect and delicious as the one we made at church.
The next day, Sam got out of school early, and so when the boys went down for a short, very late nap, I asked Sam if she wanted to try this new recipe that I had gotten the night before. Her response was, "You want to try this... with me... for the first time?! Oh, mom, that is SO COOL!" That was followed by lots and lots of hugs and smiles. After that, I let Sam do pretty much whatever she wanted to do with the dough.
So they came out a little flat. Oh well. It was so wonderful to make bread with my big girl and have her appreciate that time with me. Who cares what shape the bread was?
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