Kneedful Things

I unabashedly adore bread.  It is the ultimate comfort food.  When I was home for Christmas my Dad made no-rise bread with honey butter. I devoured it.  I could have eaten the entire loaf.  But I was always skeptical about making it.  Yes on the surface is appears so simple, but simple is just another word for really damn hard. The yeast, faulty oven temperatures, rising, it scared me off .  Like a lot things that involve spending copious amounts of time in the kitchen.  However, after our dear friends made homemade pizza for us last weekend I decided I needed to tackle it.  I lover of bread, must master it.  So voila! I made breakfast pizza on Sunday. From this recipe.  Thanks God Oprah!