Rise and fall

Alex texted yesterday asking if I wanted to try this bread-making kit she’d impulse-bought but was too intimidated to tackle alone. Sure, I said. How hard could it be?

Rise and fall

Famous last words. Turns out there’s an art to not getting flour literally everywhere except where it’s supposed to be. We followed the directions exactly, but somehow the dough had the consistency of concrete and my kitchen looks like a bakery exploded. Alex kept insisting we just needed to “work with it more,” which translated to both of us getting increasingly covered in flour while the dough got stickier and more rebellious.

The moment we realized we might have gotten in over our heads

The moment we looked at each other and started laughing was probably when we should have admitted defeat. But we’re stubborn, so we kept going. Three hours later we had something that technically qualified as bread, though Jake took one look at it and asked if we were planning to use it as a doorstop.

Alex is already planning our next attempt. Apparently failure only makes her more determined. I’m just hoping Jake’s sense of humor about the flour-dusted kitchen lasts until tomorrow.