Revenge of the Bread
It all started one bright sunny day when I was feeling really good and wanted to do some baking. That’s when I decided I wanted to make some homemade bread, but that bread was out to get me that day. It was a war from beginning to end. You will laugh and cry as you read on to find out how my bread baking day turned out. You will wonder who is going to get the best; me, or the bread. Don’t ask me why I never gave up I kept on until it was completely finished, and boy was I glad because that bread tasted so delicious. I started out making my bread right after breakfast, and boy was I glad that I did this. My first step was to get all my supplies out. That’s when I found out much to my dismay that all of my yeast was dead. I was not going to let that stop me, so I went to the store to get another bottle of yeast. Unfortunately, the grocery store did not have any. I wanted that bread so much, that I went to a second store looking for yeast. Thankfully the second grocery store had some. I thought that was the end of my problems, but I was wrong. On my way back home, I got stuck in traffic from an accident. A grocery trip that should have taken me a half an hour to do on a normal day, ended up taking me two hours.
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I thought that was the end of my troubles for the day. However, I was very wrong. Because the very next thing I did was add too much hot water to my yeast and I killed it. So, then I had to start over with more yeast. Now my yeast was growing, that was the first thing that had gone right. The next thing was mixing my ingredients. I added the hot water, salt, oil, honey, vitamin C crystals, ½ of my flour and my yeast. After that, I mixed in the rest of the flour until it became too hard to mix in the bowl. Maybe things were starting to go better. Maybe my bread would turn out all right after
guess I can cook some bread" said Mammy Sally, "Same bread that would be nice"
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