No Knead: An Update

Okay, full confession: that bread was absolutely the worst thing I think I've ever made. I couldn't even swallow it. And so we had to throw away two whole loaves because I didn't think the squirrels should even eat it. I can't imagine what went wrong. Too much yeast? Too little kneading? I know that Rev. M makes a wonderful bread with that recipe. Ours rose just fine but then didn't do anything in the oven except get hard, not even expanding to fill the pan. And the taste was bitter and yeasty. But I had just bought new yeast at the store yesterday. A great disappointment.

But also a cause for much laughter and love as we all just couldn't fathom what had happened but were all being supportive and encouraging. Sis even said to Gommie, when she had remarked that it wasn't my best, that Gommie shouldn't say things like that! Of course, that was after Sis gave her own educated guess at what went wrong, "overproofing!"

The evening was easily salvaged by chicken pot pie and Babysitter, who came, much to the merriment of the kids who liked the fresh troops, so that Gommie, Mama, and I could go out for a delicious dinner at our Indian food place. Nothing like a good meal--mmmmm, malai kofta, dal makhani, chicken tikka masala (I loved Gommie's sauce on my rice), peshwari naan, mango lassi, rasmalai--to erase the day's failures.