The Yeast Also Rises

The first time is the hardest. That’s what she said.

So far, so good. Right?

We are four girls who live in Brooklyn. We have a kitchen; it has only one drawer.

We like to eat. A lot. We cook and bake delicious things. We will post them here, both for posterity, and for the millions of people on the Internets just dying to hear about the edible adventures of four twenty-somethings exploring this whole real-world thing for the first time.

So, here we are. It is Saturday morning (actually, afternoon. But it’s all relative.) and we’ve just finished consuming nearly half of what will heretofore be referred to as The Most Delicious Bread Ever. Initially, Leonore was unenthused – “the picture makes it look like squished grilled cheese sandwiches!” – but has since been wholeheartedly converted.

No grilled cheese here.

This was our first bread-making experience and the inaugural voyage of our very first loaf pan. The waiting part was the hardest – unfortunately, unlike cookie dough, bread dough is not just as good when consumed raw.

Anna found the recipe on Joy the Baker – a new favorite here at Casa Wala, to stand alongside Smitten Kitchen, our other household obsession. She was worried that it wouldn’t turn out quite as beautifully as the pictures with the recipe – but those fears, clearly, were unfounded.

Make this. Eat this. Now.

xoxo,

Anna, Leo, and Wesley