This winter was my first as a gluten free vegan. The bread cravings overcame me, so I began to research recipes on the Internet. Nearly all of them involved combinations of rare and expensive flours.
On a subsequent shopping trip, I found several premixed varieties by Bob’s Red Mill. I took them home and convinced my partner to bake a loaf. What resulted was the nastiest mess I have ever tasted. The loaf looked beautiful, smelled of fresh bread, but had a horrific aftertaste I can’t even begin to classify, let alone describe.
Feeling down about the bread failure, a few days later I tried to make chocolate chip cookies, another craving I’d been having, from a Bob’s mix. The result was an even more intense version of that same awful flavor. I couldn’t even swallow it. I gagged immediately and repeatedly. Apparently it has something to do with their mix, which now makes me fearful of mixing my own flour, because the other recipes call for similar flours as were listed on the label. Still, I have hope…
The bread was so bad that even my partner couldn’t eat it. And he will eat anything. He has eaten some exotic foods which barely qualify as edible, let alone as food. Consequently, out it went. We tossed it into the front yard for the birds to pick at during hard times.
The next day I looked out and saw this black and white cat gnawing on one corner. We joked about what would happen to the poor thing from having eaten this nasty bread. Day by day more of the bread disappeared. Now it is completely gone, but the bread cat still visits. While other “wild” roaming cats have been relocated, I have a soft spot for this one for having endured that bread, so he is allowed to visit. I hope the little birdies who made these other tracks are paying attention.