Saturday, April 9, 2016

White Bread

Gratuitous Handgun Video


OK, I know this doesn't have anything to do with eating ribeye steak or shooting enormous handguns, like LL's Smith & Wesson .460 Magnum revolver which, by the way, is perfectly capable of taking out a Main Battle Tank (MBT). No, this is about bread.


Bread Rising

One of the things I miss about England and Canada is good white bread. It's hard to find here in rural Texas, especially the white farmhouse loaf that goes so well with a Ploughman's Lunch or just about anything else, for that matter.

So, how to get that bread. By waiting for the Government to give it to me, as in the days of ancient Rome? By waiting for the State to take someone else's bread and deliver to the Compound just because I didn't have any and that's not fair? No, I bypassed Leviathan and its Big Bakery cronies, and made that loaf myself. In fact I made several. And it was right tasty, not that I'm an expert. Moral of the story?


Some Fresh Baked Bread

Don't put up with ersatz rubbish, not least food, and make the effort to be self-sufficient. There's a virtue and no little degree of satisfaction in that. And, of course, shoot huge revolvers whenever possible.

That's a given,

LSP

15 comments:

Brig said...

Looks awesome, Padre. The power in the smell of fresh baked bread is no small thing.

There are cabins on the coast that time it so the bread in the bread maker in your unit, is ready just about the time you walk in the door! We loved going there.

Fredd said...

So, let me see if I have things correct, Reverend: make your own dough, let if proof at least twice, and then butter the top crust immediately after you take the loaf out of the oven. Then blow big holes in stuff with obscenely huge caliber revolvers, and all will be in balance.

Sounds right to me. As long as you do all of this on a compound.

NOTE: some say, just like on Spring Break, nothing good happens on compounds. I am seeing some anecdotal evidence that this may be just an old wives' tale.

LSP said...

It worked out well, Brighid. Love the smell!

LSP said...

That's the method, Fredd, and if the bread doesn't turn out right you can always shoot it. But the thing about compounds is there's different sorts.

Hillary's compound, for example, might well involve an orange pantsuit or two. We hope.

LL said...

I suggest that you fry some dough in bacon grease the next time and make some pan-bread in addition to the loafs. Then cut the biscuits in half and pour hot gravy over them - and naturally eat them.

LSP said...

That's a great suggestion. Tasty and it enlists bread against the Jihad. Win/Win.

Adrienne said...

Quite a kick to that revolver, LSP. I'll have to stick to my cute little girly one.

Bread porn!

Brig said...

My next batch of cast iron pot bread will have rosemary, lemon,& Gruyère in it! You should give it a try.
Yes, I'm still making hockey puck like biscuits,
which are in high demand for three gun practice, and sporting clays (biscuits)...

Mattexian said...

I know there's a small bakery with the German diner in greater metropolitan Kempner, that bakes their own farmer's loaves. Altho, the German sisters who run their restaurant in the next town, confided in us that they like the little loaves of Mexican bread one finds at HEB.

LL said...

LSP - as Brig mentions, you need to begin DUTCH OVEN COOKING. There's nothing quite like it. Once you start, you'll be addicted.

LSP said...

I won't lie, Adrienne. The .460 is a canon. Glad you liked the bread pics.

LSP said...

I just bought a good sized cast iron pot, Brighid. Now to put it to use...

LSP said...

I like those little HEB loaves, Mattexian. Speaking of which, there's good bakeries in West. More on the kolache side of things, though.

LSP said...

I'll follow that advice, LL. Get that pot into the fight.

Mattexian said...

There's lots of good little Czech and German bakeries across Central Texas. My mom frequents the ones around Temple when she's up that way (I recall one on 36 South right around the city limits, and another out 53 in Zabcikville). They're much like local secrets.