This weekend we dug the breadmaker out of the cupboard and attempted to make some raisin bread. It’s been ages since I last used it, and I vaguely remember that I used to have to put more water in than it said in the official recipe, otherwise it came out wrong.
Anyway, I decided to stick with the recipe for the first attempt, and we ended up after two and a half hours with a stodgy loaf of bread only 5cm high.
It still smelled great, and the boys and I were starving, so we decided to try it anyway – and it wasn’t too bad actually – tasty, but very, very stodgy.
While we were all struggling to eat a slice each, I wondered out loud whether mummy would like to try it. Matthew looked at me and said “I think it’s boy’s bread really”.
P.S. The next 3 loaves were no better.