Grandma’s 100-year-old homemade bread recipe

Ingredients

1 cube of yeast

15 g margarine, soft or butter

10g salt

450 g wheat flour, type 550 (baking strong)

280 ml water, lukewarm

preparation

Here’s how it works, First put the flour in a mixing bowl and mix with the salt.
Then dissolve the yeast in the lukewarm water with the help of a fork and add it to the flour mixture, also add the margarine or butter.

 

Now knead everything together with the dough hook for about 3 minutes, initially on low and then on the highest setting, to form a smooth dough.

Now heat the oven to 100°C, switch it off and let the dough rise, covered with a tea towel, for 25 – 30 minutes until the dough has visibly increased in size.

Next, knead the dough again on baking paper and shape it into a rope and place it in a loaf pan (approx. 26 cm) with the baking paper.

Let it rise again for about 30 minutes until the dough has increased in size again.

Preheat the oven to 215°C top and bottom heat, fan oven 190°C, gas level 4-5 and bake for approx. 40 to 50 minutes.

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