As Derek and I rummaged through all our earthly belongings and made piles of what would make it to Zambia and what would get nixed, I sadly knew that I would have to part ways with my beloved, yet monstrous, Kitchen Aid mixer.
At this very moment, somewhere in my sister and brother-in-law’s attic, sits my mixer – lonely, dejected, and unused. Also, at this very moment, somewhere in Zambia, an aspiring bread-maker is learning what Proverbs 21:17 means. “She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong.”
Don’t get me wrong, I would bring my mixer over here in a heartbeat if I could. But I also have enjoyed dusting off my childhood-learned skills of kneading dough without a mixer. And now that I don’t have the option of going down to Byerly’s and picking up specialty breads (the only options here are white or brown bread…I suppose every once in a while a local bakery makes “health” bread), I need to make them myself if I want them.
So far, I have enjoyed making different kinds of focaccia, lots of French bread, baguette bread, pizza dough, crescent rolls, cinnamon rolls, etc. Today, my goal is ciabatta.
Well, I think for my first time making it, the ciabatta turned out fairly decent. But I’m no expert, and I’m a sucker for warm bread just out of the oven…whether or not a Kitchen Aid helped me get there.