Friday, December 21, 2007
Meet the husbeast family dill-onion bread. It's one of his very favorites, and I originally made this to freeze and take with us to Florida at the end of the month when we celebrate our holiday. The husbeast heard this and had a fit before I'd even gotten all the ingredients together, so he's eating this loaf (yes, by himself) and I'm making another for Florida.
As for that rise... I don't know what happened. I've double-checked the recipe about four times, and I followed it. It has both yeast and baking powder in it, which means a second rise in the oven, which resulted in this... overgrown monstrosity. (The texture is all right; the husbeast had a couple slices for breakfast.) I'm going to get with my mother-in-law today and see if maybe the recipe is written down wrong. If it turns out that it's right, I'm going to try cutting back on the yeast for the next loaf. The second rise on this thing took ten minutes. That was when I knew I was in trouble.
And you guys think I know how to bake. Ha.
In pain control news, I'd forgotten one of the reasons I hate narcotics for primary pain control; they give me nightmares. Had a horrible night last night. So this morning I'm back on the Mobic and I'm pretending that whole fucking mess on base this week never happened. I'll straighten it out in January. Just don't look at me funny until then, 'cause it'll leave a bruise.
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