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Month: July 2016

Faithful: Relief Turned To Sadness

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My mom will say that as her senior year of high school came to an end, while her friends planned colleges and careers, her only plan post-high school was to marry Bill (my dad) and raise children. Her father asked her to try a year of college just to avoid any “I wish I had” in the future. So, she pushed through a year of community college, finished with no intention of going back, and started planning her wedding.

Next month, my parents will fly to their hometown and celebrate their 50th high school reunion. While they’re there, they’ll celebrate their 48th wedding anniversary.

I never imagined I’d be divorced. I had a good life in a good home with loving, Christian parents who modeled a Biblical marriage for me in a beautiful way. Like my mom, in August of my 20th year, I married my high school sweetheart…read the rest of this article at Faithful: New Beginnings

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Autism: No Help

scottI recently took our son Scott to a local autism clinic with the intention of getting some guidance and insight into how to properly prepare him for the vast world out there.  We were placed on the waiting list for this place within a month of our December move to Fort Knox, and I was excited when we finally got an appointment. The first thing the psychiatrist asked me was, “Why are you here?”

I answered the same way I did at the Cincinnati Children’s Hospital (which is, sadly, too far away from us after our move to be able to utilize), “Because he’s ten. He’s more than halfway to grown up. Everything we’ve done has been intuitive, without professional guidance, and self-learned. What if we’ve done something wrong? What if he’s unable to handle life as an adult?”

Thus began our interview session. When she asked about chores, I explained that I make a chore list every morning (in the summer). Both boys – Scott (autistic) and Jeb (normal neuro-typical) know that screens go off at 9AM, and before anything “fun” can happen, the chores must be completed. I don’t have to remind them to do chores. I don’t have to manipulate them to do chores. If they intend to have anything happen in their day, they know to check the chore list and start working on their assigned 3 chores. He gets the same kind of chores everyone else does, and has to perform them.”

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The psychiatrist said to me (no joke), “You don’t have to remind Scott to check the list? I may need to you to come here and teach a class to other parents.”

She asked about eating issues. I said, “I think Scott wants to have issues with eating, but before we knew he had autism, we just parented him like our other children. Which means, food is not an issue. Dinner is dinner, and children can choose to eat or choose not to eat. Everything on the plate must be tasted and milk must be consumed. Those are our only rules. In the times that Scott might have an issue with something, he typically knows how to help himself to more salad, pick out good proteins and eat what he can. If there’s still hunger, he’ll typically help himself to the unregulated fruit bowl after dinner. But, he has a good palate, he knows how to order in a restaurant, he’ll taste anything, and he eats well.”

The psychiatrist remarked, “You don’t have food issues? I may need you to come here and teach a class to other parents.”

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She asked me about sleep issues. I said, “We’ve worked with the sleep clinic in Cincinnati, and discovered that Scott’s issues are less sleep related and more ‘needs time to mentally wind down’ related. So, we gave him his own bedroom, a low-light lamp, a beanbag, and he gets to ‘go relax’ rather than ‘go to bed.’ His entrance into bed is self-regulated, and as soon as we stopped making a big deal of ‘go to bed!’ or ‘go to sleep!’, his wind-down time has been cut down from two hours to one hour a night.”

The psychiatrist said, “You successfully battled sleep issues? I may need you to come here and teach a class to other parents.” (I know it sounds as if I’m exaggerating, but I assure you, I am not.)

She asked me how we handled discipline. I said, “We try to examine each situation and as ourselves: is this disability, or is this discipline? The answer, when apparent, makes our response easy to determine. A meltdown in a crowded restaurant will result in comforting and removal, while lashing out physically at his brother will result in punishment and discipline. We know that sometimes it’s hard to tell what is which, and we know, going into it, we’re going to make mistakes. But for the most part, it seems to have worked.”

She asked if we worked with a reward system. I said, “We have an expectation of good behavior. I’m not going to reward good behavior. I expect it. Instead, I discipline bad behavior.”

She raised in eyebrow. “I may need you to come counsel some parents.”

scott computer tieShe asked me how we handled issues as the cropped up. I said, “He has a hard time with step-by-step instructions, so we learned that story boards teach him way more than anything verbal. So, we started utilizing story boards when we need to give him multiple step instructions. We understand that in interacting in the world and away from his ‘safe zone,’ most of the time, he’s just either writing a script or following a script. But since that’s how he will have to cope with the world as an adult, we don’t allow him to escape into his world when we need him to stay in ours. He mentally pulls out the proper script and he copes with the situation, acting and reacting the way he’s been taught.”

Again, she said, “I may need you to come teach a class to other parents.”

The interview ended with me leaving without any help or support from this clinic. They basically manage medication, provide speech therapy to non-verbal autistic kids, and train parents to do what Gregg and I have, apparently, done intuitively. In a way I’m frustrated. In a way I’m relieved. We don’t medicate. We train. Scott’s life isn’t going to be full of therapies and appointments — something for which we were mentally prepared; however, everything still has to happen with self-education and a whole lot of prayer.

I’m thankful for the resources we’ve had access to as we’ve maneuvered through the minefield that is autism parenting, and I’m terrified every day that we’re going to do it wrong — that we’re going to damage him in some unrecoverable way and ruin his adult life. Having outside help made unnecessary or unavailable certainly makes our reliance on the Holy Spirit much more tangible.

Perhaps that was God’s plan when He set us on this journey. To rely fully on Him and not on man.

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On The Ropes: A Romantic Suspense Novella – Now Available for Preorder!

on the ropesBlow after blow, she hides her face and fights for her life.

Doctor Ruth Burnette is placed in witness protection after witnessing a Russian mafia execution. Just a week before the trial, Victor Kovalev finds her. Memories of planning her wedding with Victor are wiped clean by the vision of his father executing three men. Does he want to help her survive to her testimony, or is he trying to stop it all together?

Available for preorder for the August 16th release!

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EBook ISBN: 978-1-68190-034-6

The Back Cover:

Doctor Ruth Burnette has everything she has ever dreamed possible: the perfect job, a twin sister who is her best friend, and a fiancé who is retiring from professional boxing as the middleweight champion of the world.

Then came that fateful night when she witnessed a mafia execution. When her sister is murdered she knows she’ll battle to the last round and never, ever throw in the towel. Now she’s down for the count, in witness protection, anxious, alone except for the faithful company of her German Shepherd at her side.

As the time draws near to when she has to leave her safe little corner she stays on her toes. She has to testify against one of the darkest criminals in New York, she shores up the courage to face the accused from the witness stand. Unexpectedly, he’s not the one who worries her. She wonders what coming face-to-face with his son, VICTOR KOVALEV…her former fiancé …will bring.

Will Ruth have a fighting chance against the Kovalev family, or will Victor keep her pinned ON THE ROPES?

Excerpt from the Book:

Brenda dashed up the steps to the podium. “Oh, Mara, thank God I found you.” She held out yesterday’s newspaper. “Jeremy told me that a reporter came and talked to him, but he didn’t tell me that he’d given her pictures, too!”

Her stomach turned to water and her pulse pounded in her neck painfully. She stared at a picture of her face taken while she tied the tank top onto Jeremy’s leg, right there on the front page of the lifestyle section of the Gainesville newspaper. How many thousands of people got that newspaper daily? How many online sources ran the headlines?

Brenda said something, but she couldn’t hear her through the roaring in her ears. The safety she had felt moments earlier vanished as if it had never existed. “I have to go,” she whispered, dropping the cord she clutched in her hand. Leaving her friend standing on the stage, she jumped down and ran down the aisle.

When she burst through the doors and into the hot Florida sunshine, she felt the world start spinning around her. “What to do, what to do, what to do?” she whispered over and over again. Seconds later, the phone in her hand vibrated, startling her so that she nearly dropped it. She recognized the number and answered, saying by way of a greeting, “Get me out of here.”

“I’m on my way,” Federal Marshall Dean Tucker replied. “Forty minutes.”

“That’s too long,” she sobbed.

“Do you want me to send local law enforcement?”

“Yes, yes.” Disconnecting the call, she rushed across the street. Bursting into her house, she ran to the bedroom, grabbing a bag from the closet floor. It contained her life. Her entire thirty-year life was in one leather satchel. She went into the kitchen and put two days’ worth of dog food in a plastic bowl, sealed the lid, and added that with a couple bottles of water and an empty bowl to the bag.

When she looked at her phone, she saw that only five minutes had gone by. Major followed close at her feet as she went into the living room, whining as he clearly sensed her distress. “We’re okay,” she said to the dog, not even sounding convincing to her own ears. “We’ll be okay.”

At the knock on the door, Mara’s heart stopped, but Major jumped up and ran to the door, wagging his tail frantically. Ben must have seen her run across the street, or Brenda found him and told him what she’d said about hiding from an ex. She opened the door and Major burst past her, throwing the screen door open with his weight and launching himself at the man standing on her porch.

After meeting Major on the ground and petting him and hugging him to him, the man greeted her in an all too familiar voice, saying, “Hello, Ruth.”

Her heart felt like it stopped beating. Victor Kovalev rubbed Major’s fur and looked up at her. He hadn’t changed in six months. He still wore his black hair cut short to combat the natural curls. While his mouth smiled, his light brown eyes looked at her with a serious, almost cautious, expression. She licked her dry lips and looked past him, expecting to see a car full of hit men unloading on her lawn.

Clearly, Major offered no protection against her enemy. Feeling betrayed, she stepped out onto the porch. She’d known this day would eventually happen, hadn’t she? “Major, down,” she said sternly. Immediately, Major stopped dancing and jumping around Victor, and lowered himself to the ground, his entire body vibrating with excitement. Should she run? Should she wait for the police that Marshal Tucker called?

She couldn’t outrun him. Instead, she would stay outside, surrounded by neighbors who would hear if she needed help — witnesses to her coming death. She clenched her fists so he wouldn’t notice her hands shaking. “The police will be here any moment.”

“Well then,” he said in his rich baritone voice, “I guess I better get this over with.” He reached into his pocket and she opened her mouth to scream.


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Peace That Passes Understanding

Today is our son Scott’s 10th birthday. On this website, I’ve often spoken of the challenges of parenting a child with autism, but I haven’t gone into a lot of details about his prematurity, probably because I had blogged about it so often at Hallee the Homemaker. But, as we close out his first decade, get him his first military I.D., put a double digit on his birthday cake, I can’t help but think back to those weeks 10 years ago that were spent in the NICU.

As I’ve been thinking about it, I couldn’t help but remember the blog post I wrote titled “Peace That Passes Understanding” that I wrote for his fourth birthday. I’ve pulled it out, dusted it off, and thought I’d share it with you.

26-sideApparently, I don’t get symptoms of high blood pressure. I’ve had high blood pressure since Scott’s pregnancy, and still don’t get symptoms. No headache, no spots in front of my eyes (except when I shower), no nothing that would indicate a critical blood pressure. One Saturday night, when Gregg was packing to go to a military school, I started having contractions. I was just over 28-weeks pregnant and on full bed rest. I tried to ignore them, because he should have left that afternoon and by now it was 10PM and he still hadn’t left. I knew if I told him I was having contractions, he would take me to the hospital. I was trying to get him out the door then I would drive myself. However, they picked up intensity until I finally had to say something. Gregg, of course, quit packing and rushed me to the hospital.

The first thing they did was put a contraction monitor thingie on me, which showed the intense contractions every 2-3 minutes. They were so strong, I was panting through them. As the machine started recording, they took my information (I had not pre-registered yet, because, you know, I should have had around 12 weeks left before I needed to be there), chatted with me about how I was feeling, and then put the blood pressure cuff on my arm. The VERY SECOND she strapped on the cuff, my contractions completely went away and never returned.

My blood pressure was 170/120.

I know that God knows that I would have ignored a headache or spots in front of my eyes because at that time in my life, I didn’t even know what that number right there meant. But already having had a child, I couldn’t ignore contractions, and He in His ultimate wisdom got me to the hospital.

Gregg could not stay. He had to be 350 miles away by 8AM. They admitted me.  He kissed me goodbye. I felt nothing but peace.

My good friend, and our pastor’s wife, stayed with me. She spent that entire Sunday, and every day after work (she was a bank manager) in my hospital room. We watched the Sci-Fi channel (you can’t beat uninterrupted Doctor Who or Firefly marathons) or the jewelry channel (I never even knew such a channel existed – she loved watching it) and chit chatted about the Dean Koontz novel she insisted I read. And through it all, I felt nothing but peace.

hallee scott nicuTen days later, on a Monday afternoon, the doctor came into my room. He told me all of my blood and urine work looked good. He said that the insurance company was trying to get the hospital to send me home, and that he had collaborated with a colleague to get a second opinion, which would buy us a few more weeks. He didn’t feel like I could go home, because his instincts told him that once either the baby or I started failing, there would be very little time to react. His plan was to wait until that point, buying Scott as much time as possible in utero before he acted. He then said that he was going to go to the nurses station in order pull up the results from the ultrasound I’d had that morning and would see me tomorrow.

Not five minutes later, I heard the pounding of his footsteps as he ran back to my room. He was actually running.  He swung into my room and, out of breath, asked me how quickly Gregg could get there. When the doctor called him from my cell phone, the answer was, “Let’s see.” (We won’t discuss that it took less than 4 hours to drive the 350 miles.)

us2About that time, my blood pressure started to spike. Alarms were going off everywhere, my friend arrived for her evening vigil and was pulled aside and fed information, and my nurses came into my room with tears in their eyes. One nurse started patting my shoulder and tried to tell me everything would be okay, but burst into tears and had to leave the room.

I guess I was in pretty bad shape.

And yet, all I felt was total peace.

They couldn’t wait for Gregg, though the doctor waited as long as he could. I was scary sick, Scott was scary sick, and they said they’d lose one of us if they didn’t act now. I told them to do what they needed to do.

As they wheeled my bed from my room to Labor & Delivery, we passed a waiting room. I looked over and saw 15 of my friends and church family on their knees holding a prayer vigil for me.

I already felt at peace, but the sight of that flooded me with the most serene calm.

When Scott was born that night, he let out a loud cry. I told my friend, who sat at my head in my husband’s place, that it sounded like a healthy cry and tried to comfort her and convince her that everything was going to be fine.

And everything was fine. Perfectly fine. Four weeks of NICU, Pedicatric ICU, doctors and specialists, therapists and nurses. Four weeks of living at the hospital, pumping my nourishing breast milk every 3 hours so they could feed him with a tube, holding my tiny 3-pound son around the wires and the tubes that any NICU parent knows about — and here we are ten years later and everything is perfectly fine.

This never surprises me. From the first day, the doctors and nurses were surprised every time he made a step forward. They warned us it would be “two steps forward, one step back” in the NICU. But Scott never stepped back. He had been home with us for 6 weeks on his due date, and didn’t even yet weigh 5 pounds.

God gave me the peace that passes understanding (Philippians 4:7). It was a beautiful gift that He gave me. I don’t know how much of my experience would have changed without it, but I have a feeling that the change would be drastic.

scott angry birds birthdayToday Scott celebrates his 10th birthday. There should be a dozen things wrong with him. He should have deafness, blindness, speech troubles, learning disabilities, asthma. He should not be this perfect, brilliant, healthy little boy who thrives. He sees with perfect eyes, he hears so well that he has to cover his ears when things are too loud, he breathes in air with perfect lungs, and his brain astounds me. I never doubted for a second that his health would be anything less.

He is autistic. He has ADHD. And he is perfect and brilliant and the biggest joy a parent could ask for

Happy birthday, my oldest son. I pray that God brings you wonderful blessings in this coming year. You are a blessing to us, and I hope that you always know that and never doubt it for a minute.

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Crossroads: Six New Adult Romance Novels for Just 99 Cents!

I’m thrilled to be part of the CROSSROADS collection! I’m joining forces with some of the best Christian romance authors today to bring you six new adult Christian romances!

College is a time for discovering oneself, making life decisions, and determining the path for your life. It is truly a crossroad between adolescence and adulthood. Lives change at the CROSSROADS.

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I’ve placed my novella, Christmas Star Sapphire, in this set. I’m honored to be joining bestselling authors Connie Almony, Staci Stallings, Chana Keefer, Traci Tyne Hilton, and Tammy Gray as we each bring you a new adult romance story set in colleges and universities all over the world!

The set is available for pre-order now on Amazon at this link, and will release on August 1st!

I hope you take advantage of this great deal — the set will be available for a limited time!

crossroads boxSix clean-read New Adult contemporary romance novels by Amazon best-selling Christian authors (including USA Today best-selling author, Staci Stallings) in one collection. Prepare to go on a journey to the crossroads, where pasts fall away and new lives begin. There will be romance, suspense, and real issues facing women today. Novels include …

ONE NIGHT WITH A ROCK STAR, by Chana Keefer
It’s Anne of Green Gables Meets Rattle & Hum. Worlds collide.
When Esther was a young teen with frizzy hair and too-skinny legs, Sky’s music soothed her through awkwardness and pain. During the Glam-Rock 80s, Esther is a College Journalism student and fledgling Print Model. One chance meeting with her Superstar crush rocks both their worlds.
Will Esther’s deep roots in Family and Faith keep her feet on the ground when a tornado named Sky blows her world apart?

CHRISTMAS STAR SAPPHIRE, by Hallee Bridgeman
Madeline Viscolli meets Joe Westcott during a campus ministry meeting as she begins graduate school in Alabama. Joe’s personal rule of not dating students starts to fade until he discovers Madeline’s destiny lay in running her father’s massive corporation. After rejecting wealth and all its trappings, Joe struggles against the attraction he feels for Madeline. Madeline knows she loves Joe but is not willing to throw away her destiny of taking over the helm of Viscolli Enterprises. A Christmas Eve funeral washes all Joe’s plans away. Will their love succumb to the rising tide caused by their differences in lifestyles, or will raging seas calm and allow them to sail off into the sunset?”

ONE AMONG MEN, by Connie Almony
Samantha Hart’s job requires she live with 500 hard-partying college guys. She can handle the 499, but it only takes one to lead her to danger.
Though Samantha wants to find godly purpose in her life, she is forced to take a position as a resident director of an all-male party dorm at Maryland State University, essentially babysitting pampered party boys rather than changing lives. What she doesn’t expect is to fall for the engaging undergrad who seems to be helping her on the sly. That is when he isn’t hanging out with the resident drug dealer.

PRINCESS, by Staci Stallings (USA Today Best-selling author)
When Heather Nolan learns she will no longer be able to pursue her college degree unless she finds a job, she is so desperate for funds, she takes a job tutoring the college’s all-star basketball player, Anthony Russell. She hates him. He hates English. But all is not as it seems as both of them will soon come to understand…

HARD TO FIND, by Traci Tyne Hilton
Isaac Daniels screwed up his romance with Jane Adler, and then a few more. Starting over at a Bible School in Sweden probably wasn’t the best idea. Especially when he manages to lose the pretty girl with the big green eyes, her crazy sister, and his boss’s diabetic nephew.
If he can find the missing students, he can probably keep his job, but the real risk in this hunt is losing his heart.

SHATTERED ROSE, by Tammy L. Gray
Avery Nichols knows how to wear the mask. Perfect student, perfect daughter and perfect friend. Nobody would ever guess that inside Avery is a prisoner to her own self-loathing. Then she meets him…and everything changes. Handsome, charming and self-assured, Jake Matthew sweeps Avery off her feet in an effortless fashion. Avery knows that Jake is everything she needs and all she has ever wanted. She would destroy herself to be loved by him…until he walks away. Broken and lost, Avery meets Parker. His genuine, caring nature reaches past the mask and the shattered pieces of her heart slowly begin to heal. But just when Avery starts to feel whole again, she faces the impossible truth. Jake never really left.
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Delicious Whole Grain Bread — Revised!

Those of you who have made the Delicious Whole Grain Bread out of The Walking Bread, the Bread Will Rise cookbook or the Hallee the Homemaker website, be prepared for a WONDERFUL revision!

This is my family’s daily bread. I make three or four loaves a week. It is perfect for day-to-day bread needs: sandwiches, toast, gravy mopper. But, the other morning, I was completely out of milk and dried milk. My husband, Gregg, was away at National Guard and I had a friend coming over for lunch, so I had no option but to improvise.

I used 1/2 cup buttermilk and 1/2 cup water instead of water and dried milk (or the way I’ve been making it lately – 1 cup skim milk in lieu of water and dried milk.) Gasp! It was PERFECT and, I think, BETTER. Look how beautiful it rose up!

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If you’ve not tried the recipe, here it is. I promise you, this will become your new go-to daily bread recipe!
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I used to make Honey Oatmeal Bread for our daily bread use. It is SO DELICIOUS and you honestly have never tasted toast as good as this bread makes toast. However, it doesn’t do well for most sandwiches — it’s a little too sweet and a little too crumbly. So, in researching writing The Walking Bread; The Bread Will Rise!, I came across a new recipe that I tried out. I have to say – I’ve never had homemade whole wheat bread that is this moist and this wonderful.

I LOVE this recipe. I modified it from the original recipe – using a fresh ground mixture of hard red and hard white wheat, removing any call for white flour, and replacing brown sugar with raw honey. It made the recipe even better, in my opinion.

INGREDIENTS:

3 TBS honey (pure, raw, local honey is always best)
1 cups warm water
2 1/4 tsp dry yeast (1 packet)
3 cups flour (I use a combination of fresh ground hard red and hard white wheat. If you don’t use fresh ground wheat, use unbleached white flour)
1/4 cup plus 2 TBS powdered milk
1 teaspoon salt (Kosher or Sea salt is best)
3 TBS butter

SUPPLIES:

two large bowls
measuring cups and spoons
wooden spoon or stand mixer with dough hook attachment
small saucepan
thermometer if desired
rolling pin
1 bread pan
towel to cover bowl while dough is rising

PREPARATION:

Lightly grease a large bowl to use for rising the bread
Melt the butter. If you are using 1 cup skim milk instead of water and dried milk, heat the skim milk with the butter until it is “just” warm – you don’t want to feel heat when you touch it. If you are using the water and buttermilk method, heat those when you melt the butter as well.

 

DIRECTIONS:

Mix 1 TBS honey with warm water (or milk or water/buttermilk combo, depending on your version of the recipe). Add yeast. Let stand for 5 minutes.

Place 2 cups flour, the dry milk and salt in large bowl. Blend until well mixed. If using your stand mixture, turn on to speed 2 and add the remaining honey and the water/yeast mixture. Add the melted butter. (If mixing by hand, mix well)

Add remaining flour 1/2 cup at a time until the dough is no longer sticky.

Knead with the stand mixer for 2 minutes, or knead by hand for 10 minutes (see note).

Once the dough becomes smooth and elastic, put it into a lightly greased bowl. Turn it once and cover with a light towel. Let it sit in a warm spot until it doubles in bulk. It will take about an hour.

Punch the dough down. Roll dough into a rectangle and roll up tightly.

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formed loaf

Pinch the ends and place in a greased loaf pan.

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Cover and let rise in a warm place until nearly double in size.

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Bake at 400° degrees F (205° degrees C) for 15 minutes. Reduce the temperature to 350° degrees F (180° degrees C) and bake 20 to 30 minutes longer When you tap the loaf, if it sounds hollow, it’s done.

Remove from pan and immediately place on cooling rack.

YIELD:

1 loaf

NUTRITION: ~*~
High in selenium
High in thiamine
whole wheat bread nutrition
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NOTES:

I would love to hear any feedback about this recipe. Did you make it? Did you enjoy it? Did you make any adjustments to it?

I use a bread machine to mix my dough. I simply put all of the ingredients in the bread machine, without heating anything, and let the machine do all the work for me.

I’ve never made it with store-bought whole wheat flour — only fresh ground. If you’re using store-bought, you might to use unbleached white instead.

I have used 1 cup skim milk in lieu of the water and dried milk.

When adding the honey, if you have a source of local, pure, raw honey ask for the honey comb as well. Including the comb is good for you because consuming the comb increases your resistance to local allergens. And, in this case, I find that it makes for a more moist, melts-in-your mouth bread upon completion.

Often, yeast will not proof well in certain types of metal or plastic containers. Glass is best because it is nonporous, but ceramic or enamel also works.

How to knead dough by hand: Go to the link below to see a YouTube video with detailed instructions on how to knead dough by hand:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWj8oHMPFm0

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