Sean made bread today.  Not much unusual about that.  It's become standard for Sean to whip up a few loaves of bread over the weekend.  Ever since we got a bread maker from my mom, Sean's thing has been making bread: sandwich bread, whole wheat bread, rye bread, cinnamon raisin bread.  And these have all been beautiful and delicious.  The fresh bread just melts on your tongue.  Phenomenal!

 

But today, today Sean decided to try to make Sheepherder's bread.  Seriously.  Right there is the clue how this will go.  Sheepherder's bread.  He's not a sheephearder.  I don't think anybody his family is a sheepherder.  We don't know any sheepherders.

 

As the bread has been rising, my fear has been keeping pace.  The loaf is, and I swear to you, about the size of a Thanksgiving Turkey.  I'll post pictures.  The instructions said to cook it in a 5 quart dutch oven (which we don't have).  So to improvise, Sean is using our 5 quart STOCK POT!  Yes, that is correct, a stock pot.  Not only is it in the stock pot, but it has grown to twice the size of the stock pot. 

 

With only a few minutes to go, Sean summoned me over the assist him with the removal of the loaf from the oven.  Once the loaf was out of the oven, we just stared at it for a minute.  It's a really large loaf.  And then we had the extraction of the loaf from the stock pot.

 

So now the house smells fantastic.  Fresh bread!  Yum!