Bread

I went to my cookery class today, as I’ve been doing on Thursday mornings for a few weeks now. I knew I was supposed to be cooking pumpkin pie, but when I got there, I realized I’d forgotten a box to carry it home. Then it hit me—I didn’t even have a box big enough for a pie. So, I went to the Co-op to find something suitable and managed to get a box.

When I got to the class, we decided I’d make a pie that would fit in the box, which was convenient since I didn’t want to carry it all the way home on the bus. I’d never had pumpkin pie before. First, I had to make the mush that goes in the pie. That involved cutting up pumpkin, stewing it for a while, and waiting for it to cool down. While it cooled, the pastry was prepared, boiled, and then baked.

Next, I mixed a few more ingredients into the pumpkin mush—or puree, or whatever you call it—and then watched as the pastry was baked. I’d never tried pumpkin pie before, and after eating it this afternoon, I don’t think I’ll have it again.

This afternoon, I’m trying to make a loaf of bread again. If it messes up, I’m just going to buy a bread machine—it’s becoming too much hassle, especially since it’s getting harder to find decent bread around here.

The loaf I made was a bit dense but that may have been apparentlyk to the fa t that I did not knead it enough, I shall have another go soon and maybe I will buy a machine to save the hastle The reason the bread was not too bad was that \i did not kill the yeast like I have done in the past