The trip

I took the red eye out on Monday night and landed here in Boston on Tuesday a.m. Eyes red and going on about 3 hours of sleep, I rented my car and headed straight up to Vermont for a cooking class. I'd been on the waiting list for a couple of weeks and the night before I flew out I received notice that a spot had opened up for the Bread 101 class and I was in (yeah!)The class was up at King Arthur Flour in Norwich and was so great. You know that I have always had problems with bread so I had big expectations for learning the tricks of the trade. The instructor was amazing and demonstrated how to make each type of bread and then we got to make it on our own. I was feeling so confident (and I'm not going to lie, I wanted to be the best student in the class) until the instructor came over and said she thought I might have added a little too much flour. Noooo!! But she assured me that all hope was not lost, it was nothing that a little kneading couldn't fix (and she was totally right). I learned the proper way to measure flour, which kind of yeast to buy, the correct way to knead dough, how to tell when to stop kneading the dough, and best of all, I got lots of great bread recipes. I made scones for the first time ever and I couldn't believe that I actually had 4 loaves of bread at the end of the day (I forgot the braid loaf at King Arthur).I headed straight to Em's house for some birthday celebrating (such fun) and now I'm in Boston with the girls having wonderful time staying up until 4 a.m. playing cards. Yawn.