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Monday Morning in the Kitchen: Crockpot Bread, Take II

Remember last week's attempt at crockpot bread?  Lesson learned:  don't try to adjust too many things at once.  This week, I stuck with my favorite wheat bread recipe, and merely tried baking it in the crockpot. 



Though I originally found the bread recipe online on the Pleasant Hill Grain website, I no longer see the recipe there.  The original recipe was written for 2, 4, or 6 loaves, made in a Bosch Universal Mixer.  I adapted the recipe to make 1 loaf, and I mixed it in a KitchenAid mixer.

Whole Wheat Bread

To bake in crockpot, first check to make sure your bread pan will fit in your crockpot.  I have a large oval crockpot, and my bread pan just fits.  Crumple up some aluminum foil and place in the bottom of the crockpot.  Place lid on crock, then turn crockpot on high to warm up.  Grease bread pan.

Meanwhile, in mixer, put 1-1/4 c. hot water, 1 T. yeast, 1/8 c. oil, 1/8 c. honey, 1 T. vital wheat gluten, 1/2 T. dough enhancer, 1/2 T. salt, and 3 cups wheat flour. Mix to combine.  An additional 1/2 to 1 cup of flour will probably need to be added.  Add the flour until the dough comes clean off the sides of the mixing bowl.  The dough will naturally start to cling together into a ball.


Continue mixing until the bread becomes smooth and not so sticky, about 4 minutes.  Place dough into prepared bread pan, then place bread pan in crockpot.  Bake on high for 3 hours.
 Thanks for fresh homemade bread.

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  1. That loaf looks absolutely delicious! Thanks for the recipe and the directions. Will definitely be trying this once I get home.

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