Being cooped up all weekend gave me a very domestic feeling. So what does a very domestic woman do? Bake bread. OK. I've only tried a few times, so it's more like a domestic experiment. I got it to this stage for its first rising, then divided it into eight pieces since I was in the mood for homemade Hamburgers.
This is what I got when I took them out of the oven after the second rising and baking. I know they aren't pretty, but my DH approved so I'm as pleased as a domestic woman can be. I should have put on an apron for the right feel. Oh, well, maybe next time.