Guess what I did this weekend? I have been longing to do it since, like, forever, and yay for me, I finally did it!
If you're thinking boob job, so sorry. I couldn't afford it. Yet. These are mounds of dough under a wet towel. KG and I were chatting sometime ago about bread, of all things, and I think I mentioned that I want to bake a loaf of bread. Simple, right? Well, yes and no. The ingredients are fairly easy to find, and I have everything in the pantry. It's the waiting (for the dough to rise) that really taxed my patience. I say if you want to learn patience, go bake a bread. And the kneading, oh, the kneading---my arms are still sore. *cough, Babe, pink or lilac Kitchen Aid, cough* I find the outcome a bit jaundiced because of the eggwash (which I shouldn't have done in the first place), but the bread is soft and the crust is, hmmm, crusty. Plus, I think the oats I added on the crust provided a bit of character to the loaf. The outcome is pretty good, all things considered. The ironic thing is, I don't care much for breads.
My trusted assistant.
Roast beef sandwich para sa miron.
Lest I forget, I got the recipe from CDKitchen. I say, follow the instructions to the letter and it's gonna be okay.