It started out so well. I had my new dough wisk that I had gotten from my not so secret sister. Thank you Christine. Yeah, that "Secret Sisterd" thing is a whole OTHER story. Anyhow, I love this tool. I think it is my new favorite kitchen utensil. Thank you Christine Burns Rudalevige!
I even just happened to have Charnushka. Who has Charnushka laying around the house raise your hand.
This recipe comes from my pal Cathy Barrow and you can get the recipe here. I even had her texting me to cheer me on. So, I was blissfully ignorant baking away. Smug was my middle name. Wait, no it wasn't. You know what it is like to be in the "zone". I was in the zone. I was dancing to my own drummer and I thought nothing could go wrong. Wait....
Um, yeah. Getting chilly outside, no? Ugh... I burnt it. I mean the top is kinda fine. I covered it with foil but...
This will just have to be my "Pain Noir" phase in baking. I still am not sure what party is going on inside these puppies.
Oh, here is the crumb. It looks like sourdough. I wave the red star (get it? that is the name of yeast. I really crack myself up). So, I think that the bread thing eludes me. Oprah can have this loaf.
And this sums it up.