As it happens, sometimes no actual belief in oneself is necessary for stuff to turn out spiffily. Yes, I made that up. Bite me.
Is it possible?
Pete makes bread in the bread machine all the time, but that involves slicing and I cannot resist an oblique angle. My slices always look like they came out of a homemade mitre box. So rolls seem like a better form for me than loaves. This is my second attempt and I expected to learn some new and exciting ways to sort of fail. It might look like I dropped the dough in coffee grounds, but no. That’s finely diced fresh herbs from the garden because fresh herbs in bread? I want to eat that.
Apparently, it’s possible!
I got lucky. In a couple of days, I’ll try again. If I can duplicate my results, my experiment will prove sound. Also: I can stop running around the dining room, shouting, “SCIENCE! neerrrr neerrr neerrr neerrr SCIENCE!” That is driving the cats quite mad.
Today’s rolls were rounder and taller than last week’s and the flavor is better.Downside: the dough was too wet as I was mixing and I grabbed whole wheat pastry flour out of the cabinet, giving the rolls a gritty texture. Plus: delicious; minus: gritty. I’m learning!
Very tough week at the Handmade House. We’ve had our fill of people surprised by the duplicity of obviously duplicitous people and neighbors sandbagged by lawyers doing what lawyers do. I, for one, welcome the start of gin & tonic season.