The secret of magic oaty bread.

Before I begin, here's a quick disclaimer. The bread is not magic and the recipe is probably not a secret. For all I know it or some version of it has been shared multiple times on healthy eating blogs and I just haven't seen it but it's new to me and I for one am very very excited by it.

I like bread, I like it a whole lot but bread unfortunately doesn't appear to like me a lot. This is something I've wrestled with a lot since discovering I'm gluten intolerant. By wrestled with I mean I have resisted the lure of regular bread but occasionally indulged in spelt and sourdough, over the years, and then suffered the consequences.
I've also tried many a gluten free bread but they are usually over processed and some what tasteless.  I have also tried to plan my meals without bread but I do end up missing it after a few days.  Then recently in work someone was passing around this lovely brown bread that I just had to try for myself.

So here goes. The ingredients are ridiculously basic and you will probably scoff at the notion that this will make a delicious bread but just give it a shot. It only takes a few minutes to make the bread ( a bit longer for it to bake ) and you'll thank me later.

Ingredients
1 large carton natural yogurt ( you can substitute this for alpro soya if vegan/dairy intolerant )
Fill the carton with porridge oats X2 times (use gluten free oats if coeliac )
1 tsp bread soda
Optional
Add a handful of sunflower &pumpkin seeds
2tbl Chia seeds
2 tbl flax

Mix everything together in a bowl and then pour mixture into a rectangular bread tin (lined with greaseproof paper)
Put into a pee heated oven (180 fan assisted) for 45 mins. Allow to cool and then try not to eat it all at once.

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