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Our Daily Bread

While it is true that man cannot live by bread alone, this girl is going to attempt to live without premade, presliced bread for the next a lot of weeks.

Now, this is kind of a big deal.  We eat bread pretty handily around here.  The kids make sandwiches for lunch, have toast in the morning, etc. etc.

So - this means, I will now be baking my own bread.  Finally!  you are thinking, this lady is finally with the program.  This is the commitment I am going to attempt to make:  three (maybe four) times a week, I will make a loaf of something yeasty in my bread machine.  Then, I will wrap it, freezer bag it, and place it in my deep freeze.  Some folks stockpile ammunition, I shall stockpile bread loaves.

I read Martha's post about sourdough bread here, and was inspired to do it for myself.  In the last month, I've had conversations with two people who bake their own sourdough bread, and if that isn't enough of a message from the universe, I don't know what is.  So, tomorrow, I'll begin the process of capturing my own sourdough.  Yay!  Fun!

Oh, and the breakfast thing?!  Tomorrow will be Morning Five, and things are going well.  Nobody has asked about Cheerios or Lucky Charms at all.  I've been asked to make pancakes once and the husband made omelets this morning.  Otherwise, they've gotten their own toast, yogurt, and eggs.

Ba-da-ba-ba-baa...I'm lovin' it.

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