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desperanceWhat was that I was saying about buying a bloody kitchen timer...?
I burned the bloody bread.
I can't believe it. I never burn the bread! It's the only thing I can do half right, and... Yeah. Like that. I even smelled it, just at the time it needed to be smelled; but I had forgotten about it so utterly (K had just come home, and we were talking before she went off to yoge, and and and...) that I looked at the cooker and saw all the burners off bar the one under the beef and didn't see the oven on because that switch is at a different level, so I shrugged and didn't stop to wonder what exactly I was smelling, and that was a sodding half-hour ago.
And now I don't know what the poor loaf will be like inside, but it's very black on the bottom. It may actually be edible - sourdough is remarkably forgiving - but oy. I burned the bread, and there is no hope in me.
I burned the bloody bread.
I can't believe it. I never burn the bread! It's the only thing I can do half right, and... Yeah. Like that. I even smelled it, just at the time it needed to be smelled; but I had forgotten about it so utterly (K had just come home, and we were talking before she went off to yoge, and and and...) that I looked at the cooker and saw all the burners off bar the one under the beef and didn't see the oven on because that switch is at a different level, so I shrugged and didn't stop to wonder what exactly I was smelling, and that was a sodding half-hour ago.
And now I don't know what the poor loaf will be like inside, but it's very black on the bottom. It may actually be edible - sourdough is remarkably forgiving - but oy. I burned the bread, and there is no hope in me.