Thursday, June 12, 2014

Wicked Simple Hearty Honey Oat Bread Recipe


So I confess….I sucked out on the 30 day post.  I made it 13 days somewhat consecutively.  Don’t judge!  I truly had good intentions.   Any hoo…I made this bread the other day and it was delicious and Maine Man really liked it too.  I will be so kind and share it with you because it is easy and it is a must to save in my archives.  Basically you mix up the ingredients, put it in a bread pan, let it rise for 1 hour and bake.  That’s it!  NO Kneading….SWEET!!
2 cups hot water
1/3 cup honey
2 teaspoons salt
2 ½ teaspoons yeast
¾ cup oats
2 cups white flour
2-2 ½ cups wheat flour
1. Place the oats in a large bowl and pour half of the water over them. Let stand about 5 minutes to soften the oats. Meanwhile, combine the rest of the water, honey, and salt, and yeast together in a small bowl, and let stand until the yeast is dissolved and beginning to bubble, 5 – 10 minutes.
2. Add the yeast mixture to the oats, then add the white flour, and beat vigorously with a wooden spoon for 2 to 3 minutes. Continue beating as you gradually add the whole-wheat flour. Add just enough whole wheat flour to make a stiff, heavy, sticky batter – it should not be thick enough to hold its shape outside the bowl.
3. Pour batter into a greased loaf pan and smooth the top with wet fingers. Cover and let rise to the top of the pan, about 1 hour.
4. While the loaf is rising, preheat the oven to 400°F. Bake for 45 to 50 minutes, until browned on top and pulling away from the sides of the pan. Turn out of the pan and cool on a rack. Let cool 2 to 3 hours before slicing; cool completely before bagging.

This recipe comes from Maine Huts & Trails blog…..Enjoy!


Sunday, June 1, 2014

Short & 12 o 30


A message to a dear friend of mine.  Despite great distance we manage to stay in touch with one another. I often tear up when I write to her as we reminisce over a great man, her uncle, whom we both loved deeply. Blessed that we’ve maintained contact over the last couple years since his passing.  He still continues to work his magic, shining down from above!
Though miles lay between us, we are never far apart.  For friendship doesn’t count miles. It is measured by the heart.