the butcher, me, and the candlestick maker

that's right...i am a baker. now, if you know me this may not be surprising as i am commonly baking up a frenzy during the holidays, but now i am a full fledged baker. i made bread. five loaves of whole wheat bread. wheat that i ground all by myself. (with the help of my lovely next door neighbor Julie and her handy wheat grinder.) now, i haven't decided if homemade bread will replace store bought in our daily lives (as it has in Julie's home), but i was relieved to discover that baking bread is not as hard as it seems, even the wheat grinding part, and it tastes loads better even after being frozen. i will now store wheat rather than flour, and who knows, maybe my family will be treated to homemade goodness once in a while. the possibilities are endless....right? i mean i made bread, just look at it....
(of course we had to have slices right out of the oven. Anna ate almost the entire half of this loaf.)