Who's afraid of the big, bad "loaf"?

I have always been somewhat afraid of baking bread. It's the fear of failure that puts me in my place. For some reason the baking of homemade bread just seems to be the quintessential characteristic of a "successful" mormon mom. "What? You don't know how to bake bread? Hmm, So much for your final reward in heaven--get to the back of the line!" For 17 long years I have avoided it almost like the plague. I have assigned out the rolls to others at dinner parties. I have guilted my friends into every once in a while delivering a fresh homemade loaf. I wouldn't even put it past myself to have fulfilled a three-year calling so that at the end someone would deliver that homemade thank-you gift for a job well done.

Well, I say to you now.................No more Scaredy Cat!

The past several months I have made it a personal vendetta to banish my "wholesome fears". I do not want to break out into a cold sweat whenever the signup sheet for baking the bread or rolls for the institute is passed. No bread in the cupboards----no problem. I would love to be able to just whip up some bread for sandwiches and toast the next day. Not only that, I am hoping my children will be able to make it into heaven too so I guess I need to set the good example for them.

Feast your eyes on these babies!

How cool is that? I even feel confident enough to occasionally included the girls in my adventures with bread.

Go ahead tell me--------You go girl!

maybe next year I'll tackle something like world peace.