When a husband or kids get sick, they get sent to bed for plenty of rest and pampering. When mom gets sick, life goes on. I'm getting over a recent bout of bronchitis ( haven't had that since I was a kid!). One night, I stayed home sick from church while Josh took the kids. After a while, I realized that if they were going to have dinner when they got home, I'd have to be the one to make it. I dragged myself out of bed, threw back some Zicam and contemplated options. I decided to make hubby's favorite pasta dish and foccocia bread to go with. Since the three loaves of bread I'd made a few days before were down to the nub of the third loaf, I decided to mix up some wheat bread dough while I was doing the foccocia. I set out everything I'd need and got to work. Pretty soon, I had two nice little balls of dough that I put aside to start dinner. Soon, though, I realized I'd only used one packet of yeast. The other two were sitting unopened on the counter. AHHHH! But which bread got yeast? the foccocia uses one and the wheat bread uses two. Which recipe would rise and which wouldn't? And if the wheat bread only got one, would it still rise as well? I uncovered both balls of dough and stared hard. I sniffed to see if I could smell yeast in one. I just couldn't tell. The only thing I could do was wait.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Don't do drugs and bake...
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