Honey- Whole Wheat Bread

If you have roughly 55 minutes to spend in the kitchen, Honey- Whole Wheat Bread might be an awesome lacto ovo vegetarian recipe to try. For 21 cents per serving, you get a bread that serves 16. One serving contains 245 calories, 7g of protein, and 4g of fat. 5521 person have made this recipe and would make it again. Head to the store and pick up active yeast, unsalted butter, milk, and a few other things to make it today. It is brought to you by Recipe Girl. Overall, this recipe earns a good spoonacular score of 47%. If you like this recipe, you might also like recipes such as Honey Whole Wheat Bread : Cracked Wheat, Honey Whole Wheat Bread, and Honey Wheat Bread.

Servings: 16

Preparation duration: 30 minutes

Cooking duration: 25 minutes

 

Ingredients:

2 packets active dry yeast (0.25-ounce envelopes)

4 to 5 cups Gold Medal® bread flour

additional flour, as needed

2 Tablespoons granulated white sugar

1/4 cup honey

2/3 cup milk

1 1/2 teaspoons salt

1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter

1 2/3 cups water

2 cups Gold Medal® whole wheat flour

Equipment:

mixing bowl

whisk

microwave

bowl

stand mixer

plastic wrap

kitchen towels

loaf pan

frying pan

oven

Cooking instruction summary:

1. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the the whole wheat flour, 4 cups bread flour, sugar, salt and yeast.2. In a medium bowl, combine honey, milk, water and butter, and heat to between 105 and 110 degrees in the microwave.3. Stir the liquids to melt the butter and add, all at once, to the dry ingredients in the mixer bowl.4. With the dough hook installed on your stand mixer, mix the dough. Add more bread flour by the Tablespoon, as needed, until the dough comes together and clears the bowl. Mix for 5 minutes with the dough hook and remove to a lightly floured counter surface.5. Knead by hand until no longer sticky, adding flour as necessary. Form the dough into a large round and place in a large, greased bowl.6. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap or a clean dish towel, let rise in a warm place for 30 minutes (or until about doubled in size). Remove the dough from the bowl and divide it in half. Roll each half into a 10 x 12 rectangle and roll each up like a cigar. Pinch the seams. Roll on the counter-top to make a uniform log and place each roll in an oiled 9x5-inch bread pan seam-side up. Shake the roll to oil the bottom, turn the pan over, catch the dough and reinsert it into the pan, seam-side-down.7. Return the pan to a warm place, cover lightly with a clean dishtowel and let rise an additional 30 minutes or until at least 1 inch above the pan top. Bake in a preheated 400°F. oven for 25 minutes, or until the center of the bread tests 190 to 200 degrees. Remove the bread from the pans and let them cool on a rack.

 

Step by step:


1. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the the whole wheat flour, 4 cups bread flour, sugar, salt and yeast.

2. In a medium bowl, combine honey, milk, water and butter, and heat to between 105 and 110 degrees in the microwave.

3. Stir the liquids to melt the butter and add, all at once, to the dry ingredients in the mixer bowl.

4. With the dough hook installed on your stand mixer, mix the dough.

5. Add more bread flour by the Tablespoon, as needed, until the dough comes together and clears the bowl.

6. Mix for 5 minutes with the dough hook and remove to a lightly floured counter surface.

7. Knead by hand until no longer sticky, adding flour as necessary. Form the dough into a large round and place in a large, greased bowl.

8. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap or a clean dish towel, let rise in a warm place for 30 minutes (or until about doubled in size).

9. Remove the dough from the bowl and divide it in half.

10. Roll each half into a 10 x 12 rectangle and roll each up like a cigar. Pinch the seams.

11. Roll on the counter-top to make a uniform log and place each roll in an oiled 9x5-inch bread pan seam-side up. Shake the roll to oil the bottom, turn the pan over, catch the dough and reinsert it into the pan, seam-side-down.

12. Return the pan to a warm place, cover lightly with a clean dishtowel and let rise an additional 30 minutes or until at least 1 inch above the pan top.

13. Bake in a preheated 400°F. oven for 25 minutes, or until the center of the bread tests 190 to 200 degrees.

14. Remove the bread from the pans and let them cool on a rack.


Nutrition Information:

 

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