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Friday, July 04, 2003So, yesterday I decided to take a couple days off, (I'm bruned out pretty bad.) and restart my life. This required scrubbing the grill and baking bread...the bread which was a miracle. See, I turned on the oven, let it heat up to 350, and was positive that I'd turn it off again. The point is you let the bread rise in a warm, snug place. But apparently when I turned on the timer, the oven came on again, baking my favorite blue pyrex bowl (which, thank God, I'd put in a pan of water) and my bread. When I realized that I shouldn't be smelling bread baking, I ran inside, did the "Oh, no everything's ruined" panic dance, then carefully pried the still raw on the bottom but nice and brown on the top loaf out of it. After a few moments, I sighed, shrugged and stuck it back in. The result was the most tender bread I've ever made. It's one of those small miracles....like once, at a stop light, me and the guy in the lane opposite me seemed to drift into daydreams well into the light's change from red. Just as I realized what was going on, a red car blazed through the intersection. It would have clobbered me and the driver opposite if we'd gone through on the change...small miracles. If it's all I ever get, then I'll be happy. Or at least try to be. Also, for your information, red velvet chocholate cake batter looks like finger paint, or, worse, horror blood. When you bake it it looks like dried horror blood. I have a feeling that half of you will swear off it forever, while the rest of my readers will write it on their grocery lists. :D Permalink Cindy scribed this at 4:20 PM 0 comments |