Thursday, July 28, 2005 One has certain obligations
The bread I took out of the oven a few minutes ago came out surprisingly bread-like. Last time I had a day off and decided to make bread, it turned out dense and hard. I gnawed hunks of it sometimes, and it wasn't bad, but as bread it failed.
Smart people cook with recipes, but I just get so bored trying to follow a recipe. Tbs? You made that up. I'm just like this bohemian free spirit who is wild and free and creative, you know? Can't chain me with your facist dough standards. I am too busy visualizing world peace.
That is what's wrong with me, and that is what is wrong with my bread.
This was going to be a long post about first high school and a teacher who inspired me (she is the one who taught the class where I learned to make bread), but that has to be some Reader's Digest trickling over from yesterday's post. The fuck was I thinking? posted by Frenz | 7/28/2005 03:43:00 PM
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