It is 10.01 and I am consumed by guilt because I just stuck a loaf of underproofed bread into the oven. Granted, it's only a leeetle underproofed, but the little hole I poked into the dough with my pinky filled in... slowly, surely, stubbornly. The bread will probably come out rather heavy, but my SO said he'd like a heavier bread. I'm not sure he knows what he's getting into.
Why would I commit such an egregious, obvious no-no? Because 10pm is my bedtime now that the alarm goes off at 5am every morning. Last night we had a friend over for dinner, and tonight we went out to dinner with that same friend, who is visiting from out of town. It was a pleasant evening, but unfortunate for my bread. It had been started yesterday and retarded in the fridge for a full 24 hours already, so it couldn't wait another 24 until I got back from school - the yeast would probably have exhausted itself and starved. Such are the realities of working with a living organism. May the bread fairies forgive me and grant me an edible loaf. And may Sandman grant me a good night's sleep.