Name: Sourdough Raisin Bread
Ingredients: 3/4 c Sour starter; 1/4 c Milk; 1 1/2 tb Butter; 2 tb Honey; 2 S Salt; 2 c Bread flour; 1 ts Yeast; 1/2 c Raisins; 1 c Sour starter; 1/2 c Milk; 2 tb Butter; 3 tb Honey; 1 tb Salt; 3 c Bread flour; 1 1/2 ts Yeast; 2/3 c Raisins

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy			1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

3/4	c	Sour starter
1/4	c	Milk
1 1/2	tb	Butter
2	tb	Honey
2		S Salt
2	c	Bread flour
1	ts	Yeast
1/2	c	Raisins
1	c	Sour starter
1/2	c	Milk
2	tb	Butter
3	tb	Honey
1	tb	Salt
3	c	Bread flour
1 1/2	ts	Yeast
2/3	c	Raisins

INSTRUCTIONS

FOR 1 LB. LOAF
FOR 1 1/2 LB. LOAF
Bake according to manufacturer's instructions, adding the raisins during
the raisin-bread cycle, or five minutes before the final kneading is
finished.
Posted to TNT Recipes Digest by [email protected] on May 06, 1998

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