@mariapuffinberger658: 🥖✨ Pão Artesanal Fofinho🤎 📝 Ingredientes: 500g de farinha de trigo 10g de fermento biológico seco 1 colher (sopa) de açúcar 1 colher (chá) de sal 300ml de água morna 2 colheres (sopa) de azeite ou manteiga 👨‍🍳 Modo de preparo Em uma tigela, misture: água morna açúcar fermento 👉 Deixe descansar por 10 minutos até espumar. Acrescente: azeite/manteiga sal farinha aos poucos Misture até formar uma massa macia. Sove por cerca de 10 minutos até a massa ficar lisa e elástica 😮‍💨✨ Cubra com um pano e deixe crescer por 1 hora. Modele o pão em formato artesanal. 👉 Faça cortes leves em cima com uma faca. Coloque em forma enfarinhada e deixe crescer mais 30 minutos. Asse em forno pré-aquecido a 200°C por cerca de 35 minutos. ✨ DICA: Antes de assar, polvilhe farinha por cima pra ficar com aquele visual artesanal lindo 🤍🥖 #Christianity #DivineGrace #ReligiousIcon #Jesus #foryou

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