I was thumbing through an old church cookbook this morning...trying to find some new and fresh ideas to add to my repertoire.
I found this recipe for Granny's Double-Grain Bread. The very last sentence in the directions say that this bread is great toasted for breakfast. I like things that are great toasted for breakfast. I had all the ingredients. I went to work. Mixing. Kneading. Waiting. Punching. Waiting....
...after the second rise, I was to form the dough into two separate balls on a cookie sheet.
I let them "rise" until doubled...only, they didn't double up. They doubled around. Into blobs. Not wanting to take the time to reform them and let them rise once again, I went ahead and baked them.
(It's okay to laugh.)
They look interesting enough. They taste fine. But, they're not what I was expecting.
I cut them in half and put them in my cake dome. (Which is where I put all baked goodies. It's fun to look at them on my counter. It reminds me that one day a week, I can pull my act together. Accomplishment. Etc.)
I'm trying to find "the lesson" in all this. Something about how things don't always turn out as we think they should....