I'm baking brick bread right now.

I don't know what went wrong.

Of course, I was directing a hoard of children to not bring cupfuls of roly-polies in the house while I sliced oranges for them and pressure cooked chicken and rice for a late lunch.

So I'm thinking I added too much water-- like maybe I put an extra two-thirds cup in.

I had lost hope in this batch and started a new batch of 4 with fresh-ground flour.  But by the time it came to put the new dough into the bread pans, the brick bread had tried rising enough to say, "Believe in me!"  

So it's baking while I keep punching the other dough back down.  It's rare that I ever wish I had 8 large loaf pans.

I am certain between the 11 kids here, 4 loaves will be gone in no time-- even if it's in the form of toast.