I’ve been trying to make bread. And by that I mean, nice, fancy bread. Good-looking proper bread, from scratch.
I guess the whole idea started because I wanted fresh homemade bread to go with my homemade dips for my dinner parties.
So I tried out a sour dough recipe. I mixed up the yeast. I kneaded it, threw it in a pan, and left it on the bench top to let it rise.
I came back 30 minutes later and OOPS!
A frozen, doughy, mushroom cloud of Karen’s stupidity!
And to further prove my daftness, I have to admit that actually… this is the forth or fifth time this has happened!
I keep trying to make bread, leaving it in warm, dark places and then coming back to find hideous and embarrassing monstrosities, like a science experiment gone wrong.
Then of course, I just throw these bread fails into the oven – just as I find them. They bake and harden into crusty explosions. I just can’t get them right. So why can’t I get it right? Well, mostly because I just can’t be bothered with reading the instructions properly. It is one of my failings, I admit. Creativity, confidence and recipe instructions, just don’t mix.
Thankfully the bread still tastes good, but looks terrible!
My kids think it’s hilarious.