That's what I'm talkin' about! It's been raining off and on for 4 days, and I just love it. After putting in 7 hours at my second job (Thank You, God, I love it), it was off to the store for bread making supplies. I had thrown out all my flour and potato flakes while unpacking and a moth flew out of the box, and to make a long story short, I know all about the moth plague, and didn't want any more of it. So there I was, at the checkout, paying for the supper I'm cooking Thurs night, when I realized that what I actually came for (bread flour and regular flour) was not in my basket. So back through the checkout after getting these items, and on to the house, praying the rain would continue forever. My friend and co-worker Charlotte had told me (after my aforementioned illness) that if I needed ANYTHING to let her know. Well, I needed her mother's potato bread recipe, that of course I lost in the move. True to her word, she handed it over within a day or two, all typed up and pretty!
So here I am, with the rain softly falling and the ipod kicking (Michael Buble got me started with his Sinatra-esque Summer Wind), warming milk to pour into the bread machine. John Denver took me home on the Country Road while i mixed the dry ingredients (bread flour, salt, sugar, potato flakes), and Gato Barbieri's sax seduced me while I made a well in the dry ingredients and added the yeast. 4 chunks of butter in each corner, and I set the bread machine to dough and let it do it's thing. It's still doing it. When done, I'll put the dough into a bread pan and bake it in the oven for the most perfect loaf of potato bread you have ever seen. In the meantime, I'm gonna listen to Barry White tell me he's gonna luv me luv me luv me, and try to resist the overwhelming urge to call him a liar.
If you want this recipe, just leave the request in my comments. I'm happy to share.
L
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