Last week, I needed to buy some buttermilk for the pudding attempt. Usually I don’t need very much and just buy a pint of HEB (grocery store) buttermilk. That recipe called for a half cup more than that, though, so a decision had to be made. Do I buy two of them or something bigger? And then I looked at the larger sizes and spotted a half gallon of whole buttermilk. The HEB stuff is low fat. I drink whole milk. SOLD. Continue reading
I’m a little bit stubborn and today my arms are paying for it.
My lovely mixer is actually my dad’s, but since his bread-baking phase ended years ago, I’m “borrowing” it. Sometime before the adoption, the dough hook went missing and I have yet to buy a replacement.
You see, I have it in my head that I don’t really need to buy one.
What did they do back in the day before electricity? Isn’t having a stand mixer enough of a luxury? My arms are really wimpy, so kneading dough the old-fashioned way is like exercise, right?