The great bread experiment continues

Flour in my hair, on my shirt, somehow on the floor three feet from the counter. This is attempt number three at the same sourdough recipe, and I’m starting to think the starter has it out for me.

The great bread experiment continues

Jake keeps walking through the kitchen and trying not to laugh. I can see him biting his lip when he thinks I’m not looking. The first loaf came out flat as a pancake. The second one could probably be used as a doorstop. This time I’m actually following the measurements instead of eyeballing everything like I do with dinner.

Round three consultation with the experts

Back to the cookbook for the fourth time today. Sarah swears this recipe is foolproof, but apparently I’m the exception that proves the rule. The dough is supposed to be “smooth and elastic” - mine looks like it’s having an identity crisis.

Maybe I should stick to the things I’m actually good at. But also, maybe Jake shouldn’t get too comfortable with that smirk of his.