You could make a batch of bread and freeze part of it, but if you're trying to cut down on grains then having it sitting around tempting you is not a good idea.

I like to save recipes like this one for special occasions. The winter holidays are a great time to bake because you can give the results away as presents and save out a little for yourself. The best of both worlds--having fun baking and giving it away. Of course any bread that is sliced, cookies that are broken or pies divided up leak out all their calories and lectins.

that conclusion is totally scientific!!!

yeah, As can help out making goat cheese........

it s all part of the BTD business!!!

by the way? where s ASAP? that bloody family needs more chapters!

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yeah, As can help out making goat cheese........

it s all part of the BTD business!!!

by the way? where s ASAP? that bloody family needs more chapters!

Been wondering where azzap is myself lately.  Found the Bloody Family chapters I printed off eons ago last week.  Pretty dusty.  Don't forget...Ribbit was in there too.

Debra

azzap!!! right! thanks Debra!
Ribbit was in there, too?
what do you mean?

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Wow...yep looks like a four or a six year old could make that.   And...after waiting, at least, 12 hours, it only takes 20 minutes to bake.   Oh wow...ghee and pumpkins seed butter.  It sounds so yummilicious.   I better not make any...well...maybe for the A's.

Mikeo...I would just make it and cover it with a tea towel and keep it in your kitchen either on the counter or kitchen table.  That is what I usually did for homemade bread that is kneaded.

Debra

Oops...my mistake ...30 minutes with the cover on and 15 without.  

Lola...Bloody Family...Vol.2 Reply 89 and 90...Ribbit's work.

Debra

ahhh  got it!

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Ribbit A
Well, you see, actually it WAS a VegaTest.  Only B didn't need a test to find out the Life Frequency.  While B was on vacation, she went and did a crash course training in Germany and discovered the Life Frequency, which is top secret, obviously.  So all she really did was zap O and A with it and sha-bam, here they are again.  The Death Crystals were shattered.

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ahhh  got it!

Lola...read reply 89 and 90 also.

Debra  

got a link?

Lola...best I can do for you is a cut and paste.  Still have not taken the time to figure our how to do a link...even after asking MoDon for a list of instructions.  Such a procrastinator I am...now where is that list.

Debra

Ribbits work.  Sorry for hijacking this thread Mrs. Rodgers.   Sorry couldn't put it into one posting as together they were both too long.  Another posting after this one.


[Can I try my hand at this?  Something should be added from an A's point of view.]

Two weeks pass.  B is gone, galavanting around the world.  AB is now taking astronomy classes at a local community college, and is there currently as this scene opens.  A and O have been spending way too much time together alone, and disaster is about to occur.  
O:  ...145...146...147...148...Oh, good afternoon A.....finally wake up, huh?  Just in time for lunch.....152...
A:  Lay off, O.  I'm not feelin' so hot today.  But don't let me interrupt your push-ups.
O:  I would never allow you to interrupt anything I'm doing.  But now that I've worked off my morning stress, let me ask you something--
A:  You know, I really don't want to hear anything from you right now.
O:  But this is important.  You should listen to me.
A:  All I do is listen to you yack.
O:  Okay, then let me ask it from AB.  AB would say, 'What did you eat wrong that's making you feel like this today?'
A:  Aw, man, I don't know.  It could have been all that beer lately.  Maybe that weird doctor is right and I should drink wine instead.  But right now I'm having some aweful cravings.  I've been dreaming about whole wheat spaghetti with meatballs covered in thick, steaming spicy tomato sauce, with cheese dripping over the side of the plate.  And a side of deep fried eggplant.  And a side of french fries and a side of baked potato and a side of potato chips, maybe those salt and vinegar ones.  And to drink, I'll take some more beer...
O:  Hey, parts of that sound pretty good, but you shouldn't be thinking about that.  You should be wanting--
A:  Don't tell me what I should want.  I know what I want, and right now I'm very in tune with what my body is telling me.
O:  Hey!  Hey!  A, that's mine and B's refrigerator.  What are you bloody doing?
A:  Satisfying my cravings.
O:  Wait.  No.  Stop. It's been too long since you've had anything like that.  It might kill you.  
A:  I might kill me.
O:  Oh.
A:  Did B leave any bananas?
O:  They'll be spoiled by now.  
A:  Great.  Even better.
O:  You really do want to kill yourself.  You shouldn't do that.  You should talk with AB.
A:  You know, O, you're really getting on my nerves by trying to be helpful.
O:  And you're getting on my nerves by being so touchy and depressed today.
A:  Go away.  I'm cooking lunch.
O:  Well, fix me some while you're at it.
A:  This is mine.  All mine, and I'm not sharing, especially with you.  Besides, there's stuff in here you can't have.
O:  You block head.  
A:  Hey.  I resemble that remark.
O:  I'm starving, and now that you've emptied the B&O fridge, what am I supposed to eat?
A:  You can go eat a pound of prunes for all I care.
O:  Prunes are beneficial for me.
A:  Not a pound of them.  Okay, then go eat 15 kiwis diced on top of pancakes with corn syrup poured all over them, topped with cream cheese.
O:  Now that's mean.  If you intend for me to be ill later, which you will be since you've emptied my fridge---
A:  I want some orange juice.
O:  You moron.  Orange juice doesn't go with spaghetti.
A:  What do you know about 'going with?'  You can't even get a date!
O:  What does my personal life have to do with bloody orange juice?
A:  Everything!
O:  Food 'going with,' and me 'going out with' is very different.  
A:  Not so different at all.  Depends on how you look at it.  You're just too negatively confrontational to get a date.
O:  Negatively confrontational?!  At least I don't live in a bloody cave all the time like you do.  And I do date.  
A:  Oh, that's right. The one girl last year. But she was just like you.  All you ever did was fight about irrelevant stuff.
O:  That wasn't fighting.  Besides, I'd rather have a tiger by the tail than a BUMP ON A LOG!!!
A:  .......Ahhh, I don't feel so good. What's for .....dessert?
O:  No, after all that you can't have dessert too.
A:  How about this..... mango cheesecake in the freezer?  That sounds.....good.  Think B would....mind?
O:  You're bloody STUPID.  You know what happens when you eat that much dairy.  
A:  I must .... have...cheesecake....sugar....sugar....more beer...cheese....
O:  A, that's enough cheesecake to feed a family of four!
A:  I will...I must...eat it......alllllll....Ahhhh, bathroom...

A stumbles off to the bathroom after wolfing down the entire cheesecake.  A is gone a long time.  A very long time.  O is worried.  He's hungry.  He scans the empty shelves and in desperation opens the refrigerator that A and AB share.  There is some leftover stir fry in a Tupperware container.  It is labeled A, but actually looks safe enough.  O dumps the stir fry onto a microwave-safe plate and warms it a little.  The front door opens and AB rushes in, knowing, somehow, somewhere, deep inside, that all has not been right at home.

AB:  Groovy.  Something smells like soy sauce, man.
O:  Oh.  Yeah.
AB:  That looks like A's container.  What's going on, man?  Where's A?  Whatcha eatin' A's stir fry for?
O:  A woke up snotty as usual and had bad cravings and just ate everything in my fridge.
AB:  Aw, man.  That's not groovy.
O:  I'm hungry, and this stir fry looks harmless enough.
AB:  Yeah, yeah, I'd be on the look-out for peanuts.  You know how A puts them in everything.
O:  Aw, leave me alone.  I haven't had them in forever--since I was a kid.  Maybe I outgrew the allergy.
AB:  I don't know, man.  Last time the doctor said you may go into full anaphylactic shock if exposed to them again.  I don't know about this, man.  I don't know about this.
O:  I'm bloody starving.  I will die if I do not eat RIGHT NOW!
AB:  Dude.
O:  Hey, this stir fry is good.  Hm.  Hm.
AB:  Dude.
O:  Hhhhhm.
AB:  Dude.
O:   Hhhhhhkkk.
AB:  Uh, dude.
O:  Kkkkkkk Hhhhhk.  Gk.  
AB:  DUDE.

And the second posting Ribbit did.



Meanwhile, in the bathroom, A has experienced something terrible, horrible, very bad, and nearly unmentionable.  The stench was such that the termites living in the wall behind the sink gave up their ghosts.  The beta fish and the philodendron expired.  The resident roach breathed its last.  The previously-white walls turned deathly gray.  Long groans passed through A's lips, and pleas for help.  When all was said and done, A sat for many long minutes, eyes closed, resting.  

Now summoning the strength to rise, A stands slowly;  but slowly was still too quickly.  A passes out, and on the way down, through the brain fog and exhaustion and dark swirls, has a sudden, fleeting thought:  'I should have taken a lectin blocker.'  A's head hits the edge of the counter, leaving a deep gash.  Death once more visits the bathroom.  Blood slowly seeps across the floor.  And no one knows.

Back in the kitchen, O is dead.  AB is in mourning.

AB:  Dude, man, what are we gonna do?  This is terrible. Ew, the energy.  The energy.  The colors.  I knew I should have come home when I flashed on something bad happening.  Where's B when we need her?  She'd have 16 solutions already thought up, with lists of pros and cons to each idea.

At that instant, the front door flies open and B drops a backpack, two duffle bags, a flashlight, three Bic pens, a notebook, and a gallon-sized ziplock bag of trail mix on the floor.  Out of the dozens of pockets in her khaki cargo pants comes three pairs of dirty socks, two pieces of string, a sling shot, three handfulls of sand, a snake skin, another pen, a field guide to the Edible Plants of Northern Greenland, a 6-inch piece of wire, half of a dollar bill, a cell phone, a Swahili-Greek-English dictionary, a spare cell phone battery, a pair of clean socks, a combination sundial compass, and a highly dog-eared copy of The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.   AB hurries to meet her.

AB:  Where ya been, man?
B:  Turkey.  Among other places, of course.
AB:  'Cause, man, we got---
B:  Yeah, listen to this.  That was the most awesome, amazing trip.  What a chakra opportunity!  
AB:  Fine, good, man, we gotta talk.
B:  Right.  See, first I went--
AB:  Naw, man---
B:  I even found out the price of eggs in China.  I have it carefully recoreded in my--
AB:  DUDE.  Sorry to interrupt, but see, O ate peanuts.
B:  What?
AB:  Yeah.  O ate peanuts.
B:  But he can't have peanuts.  That's an avoid, plus he's allergic to them.
AB: Yeah, man.  That's just the thing.
B:  Where is he?
AB:  He's on the floor in the kitchen.
B:  What?  Why didn't you tell me?  Is he okay?
AB:  Naw, man, he's dead.
B:  Well, that's okay.
AB:  Huh?  I think I'm not following you, man.
B:  See, while I was in Venezuela last week I invented what I call the Resuscitron.
AB:  Heh heh.  Dude.  What's it do?
B:  What do you think it does?  If any living organism, under any circumstance, become un-living--that is to say, dead--by any means, this machine that I invented resuscitates them.  
AB:  It works?
B:  Of course it works.  What do you think I am, stupid?
AB:  Never.  I just wondered if you'd tried it.
B:  Of course not.  O will be the first.  Believe me, I have it all planned out perfectly.
AB:  Where are you going?
B:  Outside for just a second.  See, I already have it built.  I built it out of spare parts I found on a ranch in  Holland, where I was only yesterday.  I volunteered to work there for food and 8 hours of sleep a night.  They let me keep the Resuscitron after I explained what it was.  Here, AB, hold this cattle prod.  Now.  There's enough sunlight left, so I can adjust these solar panels just so...Hook these two wires up here--wait.  Let me consult my notes.  Yeah, okay, white wire there, red one there. Attach them to these electrodes, stuck to the bottoms of his feet...  Okay, place the cattle prod against the base of the skull.  Here--put on these safety glasses in case there are any sparks.  Great.  How long's he been dead?  Oh, well, it probably doesn't matter.  The Resuscitron shouldn't be time-specific.  Okay, stand as far back as you can, while still holding onto the prod.  I'm going outside around the corner to pull the lever.
AB:  Dude.  You're leaving me, and sparks might fly?
B:  Shouldn't.  But might.  There is always a remote possibility.
AB:  Aw, man....
B:  Okay, ready?  Five, four, three, two, ONE!
AB:  Nothing happened.
B:  Oh.  Wait.  Let me try it again.  Okay, ready?  Five, four, three, two, ONE!
AB:  Nothing happened again.
B:  Hm.  What's.....?  I know I hooked that up right.....and that wire goes there, the electrodes placed on that acupuncture point...
AB:  Man, O's dead.  This isn't a time to experiment, is it?  I mean, dude, don't take me wrong or anything, but maybe we should just call an ambulance.
B:  What?!  Call an ambulance?  That's insane!  That would be to admit defeat!  My pride would be wounded  beyond repair.  You have no faith in me?  I'm crushed.  C'mon.  Let's check my plans....Oh.  I never finished them.  Okay, let me finish them real quick......That equals....that.  Okay, let's try again.  I got it now.
AB:  It'll work now, right?
B:  Yeah, yeah, I'm sure of it.  Hold the cattle prod like I told you.  Great.  Five, four, three, two, ONE!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZsssssspppch-ch-ch-ch-eeeeerrrk.  BAM!

O:  Woh.  
AB:  Heh, heh.  Dude.  You're back.
B:  It worked!
AB:  Of course it worked, man.  You said it would.
B:  Yeah, but...cool.  It worked.  Now I can patent it.  My invention worked!  Hurray!
O:  Woh.
AB:  Good to have you back, man.
B:  Where's A?
O:  Woh.  Woh woh woh woh.
B:  Give him a slap on the back, will ya, AB?
O:  Woh-

SLAP.

O:  In the bathroom.  Went in there after eating my fridge contents and haven't seen hide nor hair since.
AB:  Yeah, man, let's go see.
B, O, AB:  WOH.
O:  Bloody mess.
B:  Hey, we can just use the Resuscitron again.  
AB:  Yeah, but A's really far gone.
B:  Fiddlesticks.  Here, AB, hold the cattle prod.
O:  You used that on me?
B:  Yep.  Okay.  Five, four, three, two, ONE!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZsssssspppch-ch-ch-ch-eeeeerrrk.  BAM
A:  Woh.
AB:  Dude.
A:  Woh.
B:  Slap him.

SLAP.

A:  Jumpin' Jiminy Cricket, guys.
O:  We died, A.  And B zapped us.
A, O, AB:  Hurray for B!
B:  Let's celebrate and go out to eat, shall we?

thanks a lot Debra!

to post a link the easy way, all you do is right click on the address and copy/ paste it on your post.

http://www.dadamo.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.pl?b=rost,m=1117281597

Wow...duh...that was so easy.  Thanks.

Debra

there you go!! lol

Does this recipe requires Instant Yeast or regular dry yeast would work? I am trying to find out why my bread did turn right. I followed the direction to the T, let the dough rise for 12 hrs and baked in the dutch oven. The dough was very watery, so I had to add 1 cup of flour, to be even able to get the dough on the board. Maybe it did not turn right due to the high humidity, or I used the wrong type of yeast. Any thoughts...

I just watched the tape today, it said 1/4t instant yeast
                                                   1& 1/2t salt
                                                    3 cups flour
Mix together add 1 & 1/2 Cup of water, move around with hands, let alone for 12 hrs
Let it fall out of container onto floured board pat, fold into thirds, than top to bottom and bottom to top pat seams together, place on towel with wheat bran, or flour on it and sprinkle on top

Have oven heated with dutchoven and lid inside of it at 500, pull shelf out, pour dough into it, cover, put shelf with pan back into oven for 30 with lid on and than 20 minutes with lid off.

Should look like a carmel color when finished, let cool before slicing, but he didn't wait on the video.
What kind of flour did you use?  Did you weigh or measure flour? He measured. Did you figure out, what might have went wrong

that extra cup of flour you added, did you also leave 12 hours to grow with the rest?

or did you add it before forming the bread?

Lola, I  added the extra flour before "forming" the bread, as it was way too watery to even bring it out of the bowl.
I am still not clear on the type of yeast to use. In the grocery store I see rapid yeast (I think this one has some avoids, like a corn starch)  and there is regular dried yeast- i have this one

Monika I don't think it was the yeast, I think it was the extra flour added and not let alone for the twelve hours to work

I agree with Sue.
you should have left that extra added flour another 12 hours, before forming the bread again.

Thanks. What about the yeast, is it a regular dried yeast? The other one I have seen is the rapid rise instant yeast that contains ascorbic acid (most likely from corn) and some other hard to pronounce ingriendent. I hope that the regular dried yeast is the one to use.

regular, yes.

What kind of flour would an o-nonnie use?  And I assume this bread is to be consumed sparingly as o's typically do not do well with them carbs, eh?

try kamut perhaps.

Kamut has gluten too, so if you are truly gluten intolerant it would not be good for you.