Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I've been cooking and baking non-stop for the past 2 days. I'm becoming a zombie. I was just making challah, which required 18 cups of flour (lovingly and laboriously kneaded). I set the beautiful challah dough out to rise, and I went to wash the utensils I used. As I was washing them, I looked onto my kitchen window.
My yeast. My yeast that was still on my windowsill. My yeast that was not in my challah dough. My yeast that had risen like a defiant Chinese laborer, after sitting for half an hour.
Now I have to start all over again. At least the challah bowl is clean...