So I decided to make bread with the recipe from the 94 year old cook that makes depression foods from the 1930's.
What could be easier, a few cups of flour, some butter,, salt and a pinch of sugar's, warm water-- some yeast--neat.
I did the mixing up and did not follow her directions exactally but close. I did add like add a quarter cup of sugar instead of the tablespoon and used a whole stick of butter, everything else was strict following of her recipe.
Instead of all that needing, I just kept up mixing the stuff with a wood spoon, let it set to raise, remixed the stuff for a while then put into the bread pan, let it sit to raise some more and then baked the sucker.
I checked on the bread and found it was alarming, the damn stuff was blowing up, 6 inches over the top of the bread pan. I took it out of the oven when the top just began to brown up, I was worried the darn thing would get any larger.
At this time the bread--monster bread is cooling on a rack, the smell is wonderful, I cooked up some bacon to go with it, ---darn cooking is fun.
