My 13 yo daughter prepared five loaves of sourdough bread yesterday, and left them to rise overnight in the oven.  When I got up I turned on the oven, and they were ready in time for breakfast.  Yum!  These were the best yet!  I told you last time that it didn’t rise long enough and it was too hard, right?  Well, these were perfect (or so everyone else in my family said – I’m – sigh- off of flour again).

They enjoyed it with fresh raw butter.  I get the butter from the Mennonite farmer I buy my milk from.  He has a sliding door refrigerator in the room where he keeps the day’s milk for sale, along with farm fresh eggs from one neighbor and the butter from another.  My kids love this butter – they could eat it like cheese, it’s so good.  But the neighbor doesn’t make it on a large scale, so I’ve never been able to buy more than four pounds, and usually just one or two pounds.  But we love it when we can get it.

We had the bread and butter along with warm hard boiled eggs.  My 7 yo daughter offered to peel my eggs for me, so I agreed.  She promptly cracked them against her forehead.  Are you suprised that I allow it?  Well, besides the fact that my husband is the one who showed the kids how to do this, they have fun.   And since I think it’s good to encourage a comfortable and fun home atmosphere, as long as they don’t crack raw eggs like this, it’s fine with me!

Avivah