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.