The Baker

On Friday night Noah was searching the kitchen for yeast and bread flour. He said he was in the mood for fresh, warm bread and wanted to make it himself. Interesting. I convinced him to wait until the morning thinking that he'd lose interest. He didn't. He woke up Saturday morning with bread on his mind.

I couldn't figure out where his sudden need to bake bread was coming from until it hit me--Peeta. Of course! Noah is completely obsessed with the Hunger Games series. One of the fan-sites he goes to has a countdown to the movie and one of the recommended things to do before the movie is to bake bread. 


I asked him if he wanted a recipe, but in true Noah style, he didn't need one. He found a YouTube video that showed how to do it. He threw on an apron, took over my Kitchen Aid and got to baking. 

 

Kneading the dough. 

I honestly didn't think it would turn out. Isn't bread supposed to be difficult? Doesn't it take lots of practice? Apparently not. This is Noah's baked bread. Impressive braiding technique, huh. It even tasted good. 

Way to go, Noah. You did Peeta proud.