Bake a loaf of bread

“I don’t know how many loaves of terrible bread I baked. I lost count. I tried all sorts of recipes. I blamed the altitude and the flour and the yeast. Nothing worked. I kept producing these heavy, unappetizing loaves and the only thing that prevented me from giving them to the birds was my landlord, a portly man, who came by to chat almost every day. He would eat absolutely anything with enough butter and honey on it. So, my landlord ate loaf after loaf of terrible bread until one day I tried the “No-Knead Bread,” which my brother-in-law recommended and, quite unexpectedly, I made edible bread for the first time.”

“This was a loaf of bread where you take yeast and let it rise. I carefully followed the instructions, so I was envisioning a beautiful loaf of bread that if I entered it in the local fall fair it would win first prize. It didn’t turn out that way. The bread just didn’t rise much. The instructions said to let it rise in a very warm place. My guess is that our kitchen wasn’t warm enough. It was a gluten free bread, so my wife had some. She said it was dense, but tasted quite okay.”