no. sigh. the great dough disaster.

sigh.

sigh.

and well. for drama. another big. fat. sigh.

you see. i've been making bread for the past 18 hours. to take to a dinner party tonight. because that's what i signed up for. told the hostess i would bring. and what happened? well. there are no pictures. despite hating posts without pictures. there are none. none. because the picture is still vivid in my mind. i will say that straight up. someone was a bit too well. shall we say. unhappy? with a couple of littles? maybe very unhappy is a better word.

you see. the bread. this recipe. has been bubbling and rising and proofing on my counter for about 18 hours now. and i this afternoon. during the last. the last. stage of the process. as it was quietly taking a break on the counter. under some wrap. some certain. little people. (because there was more than one involved here). suddenly were inspired. to become bakers. bread bakers you see.

when i heard dh not so calmly asking what was going on. i knew. just knew. what the situation was.

my dough. the perfect bread dough. the dough that was soon to go into the oven. to become this.

was smeared. and smooshed. and rubbed. and ground in. and thrown all over my counters. and floor. and dishwasher. and cupboards.

the beautiful dough. had apparently died. but died with a good fight. because they fought with it. and kneaded it. (even though it was a no knead bread.) the wrap that was so carefully covering it. was intertwined. and engulfed in what was left of the dough. there was flour everywhere.

hence. there are no pictures. because i've spent the last hour. cleaning and scrubbing. and hearing explanations of why. why the littles chose today. to become bakers. and dh? well. he's at the store. buying store bought bread. to take tonight. because there was no saving it. there were no heroic measures that could have been taken. none.