Everything worked.
Flour, water, yeast and a touch of salt - that's all it took.
A bit of kneading followed. Then a rest.
It rose.
I was convinced of disaster but it rose.
Then a bit more kneading, a bit more flour.
And it rose again.
It was ready.
Into a very hot oven and it baked.
And it tasted wonderful. Beyond a shadow of a doubt the greatest bread ever baked.
But I might be biased.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment