Friday Fuck-Up: Two Steps is Clearly Too Many
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a Friday Fuck-up around here. It’s not that I haven’t blown it in the kitchen lately. I cook dinner nearly every night of the week, so naturally, things don’t always go as planned. However, my flubs have been rather run of the mill: soupy lasagna, over/undercooked rice, spills, etc. But then, the bread happened, and it was just too epic not to share.
Let me just say, before I get into the details, that I blame my children. If not for their constant shenanigans, particularly in the middle of the night, I might have two brain cells left to rub together. They bring great joy to my life, and all I have to give them in return is ten of my IQ points. Not a bad deal, but it can lead to problems. Like the one you see above.
On Saturday, my husband took the kids to the park. He has gotten in the habit of making bread using a book (more on that soon), and all I needed to do was take off the plastic bags resting on top of the loaves and put them in the oven. Apparently I have not yet reached the developmental milestone of following two-step directions because I failed to remove the plastic from one of the loaves before putting it in the oven. Yes, that’s right. The lovely glaze in the photo above is a melted Ziplock bag. The green squiggle next to it? That would be the melted zipper.
Fortunately (and illogically), I only screwed up one of the two loaves, and the odor of burnt plastic only lasted a few hours. And in exchange, I have this lovely post to share with you. You are welcome.