Easy Bread Recipe

I enjoy bread–particularly homemade bread.  I learned a simple way to make bread and bake most of the bread I eat.

It’s a basic bread–not something that will put bakeries out of business–but I like it better than many brands of store-bought bread, and I imagine it’s more healthful, too.  It suits my purposes for making sandwiches, toast, or just eating plain.

I use a bread making machine to mix and knead the dough .  [It's supposed to be easy, right?]  But then I remove it from the machine and bake it in a regular oven.

Happy baking.


  • 1 1/2 tablespoons margarine
  • 2 cups bread flour
  • 1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
  • 2 1/4 teaspoons yeast
  • 1 cup + 4 tablespoons hot water
  • 1/4 cup brown sugar
  • 1 1/4 teaspoon salt


  1. Cut margarine into small pieces (for quick melting) and place in bread maker pan.
  2. Combine bread flour, wheat flour, and yeast in mixing bowl.  Stir well.
  3. Pour water into bread maker pan.  Add salt and brown sugar.
  4. Add flour mixture on top of the liquid.
  5. Turn on bread maker and run through the mixing/kneading cycle (on my machine this lasts 25 minutes).  Add flour, as needed, so that the dough loses most of its tackiness.
  6. Remove dough from the bread maker pan and press into oven bread pan.
  7. Warm oven to ~ 120F, place pan on top rack, and let dough fully rise (about 30 minutes).
  8. Heat oven to 350F and bake for another 30-35 minutes.
  9. Remove bread from oven.  [Caution: hot]  Allow it to cool.
  10. Enjoy.

Expanding Your Comfort Zone

Crew Blog has a useful lifestyle post on getting out of your comfort zone.  It’s useful because this is challenging for me.

I generally like daily activities to be safe and predictable.  Since I rarely seem to have good surprises, the fewer of them I encounter, the better.

When you leave your comfort zone, you go in the opposite direction: toward greater uncertainty.  In most people this increases anxiety.  When you’re anxious, you are more likely to view events negatively.  This generates a reluctance to try new things.

But you really should push your boundaries.  Among other things, expansion will help you:

  • find more activities you enjoy
  • increase your productivity, because anxiety pushes you to be more focused
  • boost your confidence as you experience new types of success

This illustration, from the above article, is a helpful way to visualize things:

You want to venture far enough out of your normal zone so you learn from new experiences, but not so far that you become overcome by nervousness:

Finding that middle ground where you are anxious, but where those anxiety levels are still manageable, is what we are looking for. Once you become acclimated to that new level of anxiety, you have successfully expanded your comfort zone.

So here’s to hurdling your fears and overcoming your mental boundaries.  As Marcus Taylor says in this video:

“If you want something you don’t already have, you have to do something you haven’t already done.”

Microbiome And The Immune System

This New York Times health piece points out a rather disgusting-sounding fact:

Every person alive is host to about 100 trillion bacterial cells. They outnumber human cells 10 to one and account for 99.9 percent of the unique genes in the body.

Some of these bacteria are bad, but many are not.  In fact, the destruction of some of them may account for a number of chronic diseases.

Some scientists theorize that the heavy use of antibiotics in the last few decades may help explain the recent rise of several diseases.  Not surprisingly, there seems to be a connection between digestive bacteria and certain  gastrointestinal disorders, such as Crohn’s or Celiac disease.  But microbiome also may be related to ailments in other parts of the body, like cardiovascular problems, asthma, and arthritis.

For example:

He [infectious disease specialist Dr. Martin J. Blaser] and other researchers, including a team from Switzerland and Germany, have also linked the serious rise in asthma rates to the “rapid disappearance of Helicobacter pylori, a bacterial pathogen that persistently colonizes the human stomach, from Western societies.”

This is of particular interest to me because several years ago I took a couple rounds of antibiotics to rid myself of H. pylori.  At or about that time I started experiencing joint inflammation which has recently blossomed into a full-bore autoimmune disease.

Correlation does not equal causation, of course, but I’d like to learn more about this possible link.  Unfortunately, this is an area of medical science where we have many more questions than answers.

The Distortion of Sound

The Distortion of Sound is a short film that spotlights the loss of sound quality in the post-Compact Disc era.

There’s a big disconnect between the time, effort, and technology today’s artists put into making musical recordings, and the low-quality file formats and devices people use to listen to them.

From the film website:

The last two decades have seen a striking decline in the quality of sound and listening experience. Compressed music, MP3s and streaming, have diminished the quality and flattened the emotion. Marketing gimmicks and convenience now take the place of excellence. The Distortion of Sound is an eye-opening exposé of the current state of sound starring Linkin Park, Slash, Quincy Jones and more. This documentary will open your ears and inspire you to reach for richer, more soul-stirring musical experiences.

As a consumer who frequently listens to YouTube music played on so-so computer speakers, I’m part of the lossy masses.  It’s easy (I can listen while working at the computer), convenient (search for a song title and play), and cheap (free).  But it comes at the cost of stripped-away musical texture.

Occasionally I should break out my dust-covered CDs (or even cassette tapes!) to resuscitate my inner audiophile.


I came across this invented word which means:


n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own

The accompanying video is nicely made.

Sonder from John Koenig on Vimeo.

YouTube link

I won’t be dropping sonder in conversation anytime soon.  But–in my more contemplative moments–I do survey the people about me and wonder how they got there, and what stories they have to tell.

2014 Cherohala Challenge Ride Report

On June 14, I completed my 8th Cherohala Challenge.  It’s an organized bicycle ride hosted by the Smoky Mountain Wheelmen. [For previous ride reports see 2007, 2008, 2011.]

The event follows this route:

What made this year’s ride different for me from prior ones is that it’s the first time I’ve attempted a century (100+ mile ride) since my autoimmune disorder flared up in early 2013.  The arthritic condition causes chronic joint inflammation (especially in my knees).  I’m taking drugs which reduce the symptoms, but I’m still not back to “normal” (whatever that means now).

Although I had ridden enough miles this spring to prepare for the event, it had been two years since I attempted such a taxing climb.  You don’t know how your body will respond to the physical test until you actually grind up the mountainside.  So I was a bit apprehensive

Against that backdrop, I arose at an ungodly hour Saturday morning, downed food and an aspirin, and embarked on the 75-minute drive to Tellico Plains, TN.

The drive down and ride preparation went smoothly.  The only issue I had was that my name was missing from the list of preregistered participants.  But the gatekeepers were nice enough to add it without giving me the second degree.

The Starting Line

The century riders rolled out at 7 a.m.  I estimate there was 100-200 of us.  It was a pleasantly cool 65F.  The first 20 miles of Monroe County back roads were relaxing.  Very few cars, and no chasing dogs!

The Clouds Starting To Lift

The Morning Quiet

Monroe County Farmlands

About 23 miles into the ride, along the four-lane stretch of Highway 411, I came upon the only cycling mishap I saw that day.  A rider had crashed and had road rash on his knee.  He otherwise looked OK and had several people already “helping” him, so I kept on going.

Frankly, I’m surprised I haven’t seen more accidents on the Challenge over the years.  There are several high-speed descents and otherwise dangerous sections of roadway on the route.  It only takes a slight miscalculation or a couple seconds of inattentiveness to land one in a world of hurt in such spots.

A Nice Flat Stretch

Mountains Ahead

Chilhowee Lake

The next thirty miles were relatively quiet, for a summer weekend day.  There was plenty of motorcycle traffic on the Tail of the Dragon, as one would expect, but only a few crotch rockets came zooming through.  Most motorists were patient and good mannered with the slow-moving cyclists.

Calderwood Lake

One Of The Tail Of The Dragon’s 318 Turns

Action Photo

Smiling For The Camera

I stopped for lunch at the TN/NC state line rest stop (mile 54).  Here I saw something I’d never before seen during an organized bike ride: hot food being served mid-ride.  The hosts were cooking French toast and bacon on a couple of camp stoves.  I didn’t eat either one, but appreciated their effort.  The food stops on the Challenge are always well-stocked and manned by friendly volunteers.

Rest Stop At The TN/NC State Line

I’m not a calorie counter, so I don’t know how many I consume on a day like this, but it’s a lot.  Breakfast, then at least two stops (peanut butter/jelly sandwiches, bananas, grapes, chips, power bars, chocolate candy, cookies, and whatever other junk food they load on the tables) and finally a post-ride meal.  If I lived this way every day I’d probably gain weight, odd as that sounds.

After lunch I proceeded to the last easy section of the day: an approximately 45-minute stretch through the Cheoah River gorge.  The mid-day weather was fantastic–seasonably warm with blue skies and fluffy white clouds.  My gaze floated upward as I pedaled in solitude along the stream, surveying the profiles of surrounding peaks against the blue sky.

To me, this is what cycling is all about: enjoying the outdoors, at one with your bike, cruising your own course (most days), at your own pace, alone with your thoughts.  It’s a spiritual experience.

It’s moments like this that I fantasize about when I endure riding in traffic, cold weather, rain, and other less pleasantness a year-round cyclist must face.

Cheoah River

Pedaling Upstream

After a water/bathroom/cool down break at rest stop #3, I followed the course into the Joyce Kilmer Forest, uphill, and along Santeetlah Lake.  The solitude I encountered along the Cheoah River was just a warmup for the remoteness of this rough road.  The only vehicle that passed me in five miles was the SAG (support and gear) wagon.  A real contrast to the traffic I’m used to riding with around Knoxville.

Once you leave Santeetlah Lake, the climb begins in earnest.  It’s basically 12 miles uphill from mile 70 to mile 82.  There’s two speeds on this stretch: slow (for most of it) and slower (on the painful 9% pitches).  Funny how quickly one’s perception gets re-calibrated, so that moving at 8-9 m.p.h. (versus 6 m.p.h. at the tough spots) seems “fast.”

The Ascent

The biggest hurdle on a climb like this is not physical, but mental.  If you dwell on the enormity of 12 miles, the ascent becomes overwhelming.  The best approach I’ve found is to think not about how far you have to go to reach the top, but rather to focus on the next corner ahead, and piecemeal your way to the summit, one small victory at a time.

At one point I started commanding myself to “Embrace the Pain!”  And really, in contrast to chronic physical pain, or even worse, emotional pain, exercise pain isn’t bad.  You can learn to like it.

Mountains And Clouds Mingle

About five miles into the climb, cloud cover crept over.  For about half an hour this cooling was a welcome development.  But as I approached the 5,000 foot elevation range I started wishing for the sun again.  It was only 65F at the top of the mountain (compared to 85F in the valley).  Combine the cool with a breeze, a few raindrops, and residual sweat, and I was a bit chilly snacking at the Santeetlah rest stop.

Survived The 12-Mile Climb

I Don’t Know What These Wooden Posts Are For

Santeetlah Rest Stop

Most, but not all, of the last 31 miles is downhill.  There is 3+ miles of climbing mixed in the descent.  But if your legs have enough left in them to manage that, it’s an fun jaunt back to Tellico Plains.  There are several stretches where, with minimal effort, you cruise in the upper 30s m.p.h. (or faster), around sweeping turns, watching the forest fly by.  An exhilarating reward for the previous two hours of toil.

West Side Of The Mountains

How did my joints fare?  I only experienced minor stiffness in my knee and hip during  the latter half of the day.  I also had a little discomfort in my side near the end of the ride, but the course was mostly downhill at that point, so I could take it easy.  I passed the physical demands of the day with no painful joints, cramping, bonking, or walking in shame.

I was glad the ride was 114 miles–not 124 miles–when rolled into the Tellico Plains Visitor’s Center, because I was pretty much spent.  I gave a subdued wave of acknowledgment to the volunteer cheerers at the finish line and found my car, right where I left it.

On the way over to the food tent I was surprised to run into an acquaintance from church, who had finished shortly before me.  We chatted over pasta and rolls–more conversation than I’ve had with him in the dozen years that we’ve gone to the same church.  Such is the fellowship of cycling.

I lingered in the tent a good ten minutes after he left, watching the other cyclists, enjoying the summer breeze, basking in my aura of accomplishment.  I savored what for me passes as an afterglow these days.  I had triumphed over miles, isolation, heat, mountains . . . and now disease.

The autoimmune monster hasn’t beaten me . . . yet.

Ride Stats:

  • 114 miles
  • 10,350 feet of climbing
  • 7:39:06 riding time