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.
We'll be waiting for your report...
I'm shocked, SHOCKED at this gross abuse. You should have called in sick to school in order to deal with the bread properly. I mean it is a thinking, living being. Does animal control know about this? I can see it now, on "Animal Cops".
I'll never look at you the same way.
A sad day for bread yeast everywhere.
:_( I won't be hurt if you pretend not to know me while passing on the street!
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