miracle no knead bread

Let me paint a picture for you. It starts with a golden and ragged-looking crusty loaf of piping hot white bread being roughly torn into chunks, steam escaping, crumbs flying everywhere across the table, and it ends with that swift swooping motion as its hot n’ chewy little self dives deep into the bowl of thick soup and delivers a bit of chewy carbs sopped with flavor to your hungry, happy mouth. Honestly. The pure bliss of this moment.

Welcome to fall, bread lovers.

I have some really good news for you today.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE BREAD LIKE A BOSS.

And you are going to serve it with your rocked-out homemade soups (such as 5 ingredient sweet potato turkey chili or chicken wild rice soup or the best detox lentil soup), and the praise will come flowing from family and friends and neighbors alike, and people are not going to be able to stop. This is your moment for Martha-Stewart-level domestic greatness within the normalcy of a regular person life, and we are going to milk it.

Please scan your brain right now for these lurking thoughts: “I don’t make bread.” “Bread baking takes too long.” “Yeast-y recipes scare me.”