flour
I postponed my German final to Wednesday (since it's by appointment). I feel awful today. I'm so frazzled. I tried to get back to work this morning and I just couldn't concentrate. So I made bread. But I BARELY had enough flour. I knew I would have enough to let it rise, but not enough to knead and shape it into loaves, so I thought I would shape it into loaves and let it rise just as loaves. Well, since I always bake on the stone, they weren't rising into loaves but splatting all over the stone. But I don't have loaf pans (because I always use the stone), so I thought, "what am I going to do?" So I looked in the cupboard and found genius...the bundt pan! And it worked great. But now we have bread that looks like a cake. The crust was really good...it wonder if it's because I didn't use much flour. Well, now I have absolutely no flour left. That always me feel a little uncomfortable. Flour is such a security in the kitchen. You'll never starve if you have flour. It feels so desparate not to have any. Even when I was living out the back Childebert and house sitting and working at Covenant my last summer up there, I hauled around flour.