This post was originally just going to be me babbling about how the past couple of weekends, I’ve been back into making no-knead bread. Half of the batch is usually turned into a pizza for lunch. Today as we were throwing toppings on, I was a little self-absorbed and when Lloyd cleared his throat expectantly, I snipped, “What? This is how much onion I’m using!”
Turns out he was fine with the onion, he just wanted me to notice what he was doing with the ham.
Ha! – that’s cute!
The second part of the dough has just been made into a little loaf of bread, but this Sunday I wanted to see if smooshing out the dough and then criss-cross cutting it would yield dinner rolls.
Cut cut cut.
Bake bake bake.
I put it in the oven on the pizza stone that long ago cracked into two pieces. I still use it – I just shove the pieces together and it’s all good. I also poured some water in the discolored cookie sheet that lives in the bottom of the oven (right under the pizza stone). The steam is supposed to bring out some magical quality in the bread.
I plopped myself down on the couch by Lloyd to read until the bread was done.
After a couple of minutes, I heard a quiet ‘boom’. Not as loud as a neighbor slamming a trash can lid, but something…. ominous.
Lauren: “What was that? I bet that’s the pizza stone cracking again. Dang it!! Soon I’m going to be baking on a jigsaw puzzle!”
Lloyd: “Well, there’s your post.”
Stupid stone.