Loaves Loves Flour Flower

I am a fool and I left my camera charger in Northampton a week and a half ago. I'm not going to lie, I am dying for my camera. It's not as though I can't use it at all. I've just been conserving. It's like half a roll of film left, but worse, because I don't know how many pictures are on the roll. I never know when it's going to be the last shot. Overdramatic, I know, but really...It's making me nuts. It's probably the slightest tinge of what it's like to be hungry and not know when you're eating again. Just the slightest broadest outline. Or at least how I'd react so such a situation...

This is the picture I want to take: Bread rising in the kitchen. It is cinnamon raisin bread. I never really took to making cinnamon raisin bread when I was a kid. I'm pretty sure I tried it a few times, but only by making a swirl in the recipe for white bread.

I am also up too late. I have fond bread memories, and one of them was making bread one night when Cheka was sleeping over. We started late (I'm sure she warned against it :) ), and wound up falling asleep when the bread was in the oven. We got a kick out of it though and carried the burnt loafs around to use them as doorstops and to try to get the dogs to eat them. (Neither thing worked.)

But the bread rising in the kitchen. There is one loaf on a baking sheet, and next to that, two loaves together in a rectangular spring form pan (I never knew such a thing existed. I'm sure it was not made for the purpose of making bread, but I think it's going to be awesome.). The thing about the recipe that I made is that the dough is softer. It's a yeast bread, but there are eggs and milk and sugar, but the bulk of it is still flour. I was able to easily stretching it out into a huge rectangle and cover it with the cinnamon and sugar mixture. Then I rolled it up and cut it in three loaves. There's should be a complete swirl in each loaf, not just a little swoosh of cinnamon (It was always tough to pull the white bread thin enough to roll).

But here's where it comes back to the camera. I want to describe what it looks like rising, and I can't. I can say that you can see the cinnamon through the dough, imply it's tranlucent, maybe a little skin like. But the thing is, I just want that image, not the metaphor.

Not that I could take a picture that would show that right now anyway. I just don't have the skill with my camera yet. Someday though:)