I kept thinking about making French Bread. It had been a long time since I’d pulled out flour and yeast and butter and salt and mixed up dough for French Bread.
My family loves Butterhorns. Especially my son, so that’s what I make the most often.
Still, it just sounded fun to bake French Bread again.
We had quite a bit of cool weather this spring, so recently on one cool, damp day, when it would be lovely to have the oven on, I stirred up the dough and let it raise.
I formed French Bread loaves and waited for them to raise.
I preheated the oven and slid the bread in. Before long the kitchen was filled with the homey, nothing-like-it, aroma of freshly baked bread.
I buttered the tops of the loaves when they came out all brown and baked.
I stacked them on one of the baking sheets and picked up my camera and had fun taking pictures of the fragrant bread.
Then, I sliced bread and offered fresh, steaming slices to my family!
It was fun to bake French Bread again.