Mom's Homemade Bread

It's been forever since I have posted a recipe on the blog.

Recently I went home to my parents house and ever since I got back, I have been craving my Mom's homemade bread.

Making homemade bread can seem like a daunting task. This one is definitely not. It takes about five minutes to mix together, two hours to raise, and thirty minutes to bake.

There is literally two hours thirty five minutes standing between you and warm, melt in your mouth homemade bread.

As with most things I make, I took the recipe and winged it, given what I had on hand. The only thing I changed was that the recipe calls for bread flour, and I only had two cups of that, so the rest I used regular all purpose flour. I will say the same thing my mom told me, all purpose flour will work, but bread flour is better.

So without further adieu, I give you my mom's recipe for homemade bread!

Homemade White Bread

Mix together:

2 1/2 cups warm water (110 degrees) (I don't measure the temperature I just use water that is pretty warm to the touch, but doesn't hurt.)

2 packages yeast (equal to 4 1/2 tsp)

3 TBLS sugar

Set aside and wait until the yeast is bubbly looking. About three to five minutes.

ADD

3 TBLS vegetable oil

1 TBLS salt

2 cups bread flour

Mix together well.

Then in 1 cup increments add up to 4 1/2 cups bread flour, until dough is no longer sticky.

It should look something like the photo above :)

Place in a greased bowl, turning once to coat dough with oil. Cover and let rise for one hour.

Divide into two balls and place into two greased loaf pans.

Rise, covered, till doubled, approximately one hour.

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Turn oven down to 350 degrees when you put the bread in. Bake for thirty minutes. Bread is done when top is golden brown and sounds hollow when you tap it.

That's it! Eat till your heart is content!

Have a beautiful Saturday and enjoy your weekend!

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