Right before Christmas, I promised the internets that I would make bread—from scratch—in my oven. I did, but it was a disaster. I’m only now healing from the heartbreak. I have no idea what went wrong. Maybe you are thinking that it looks like a lovely hunk of bread. What a nice crust. Was it that bad? Um, yes. How do I know? Well the first indication was that the bread tasted like paper. Also, I picked it up and threw it out my closed glass window; the window broke and the "bread" landed in the alley.
I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s too soon.