First of all, Happy Birthday to Mark!
Nothing on Thursday turned out how I expected. I thought I’d drive to work in the morning, but I walked – because my truck battery was dead. I thought Lloyd would be super-helpful jump-starting the battery when he got home, instead we exchanged misunderstandings, choice words and insults (and later some apologies). I thought my bread dough would be awesome, but it was incredibly sticky (drat my tinkering). I thought I could set ovens to 450 degrees without a problem, but apparently I set them to 510. I thought that the strange plastic smell in the house might be the spray paint I was using in the basement, but it was the plastic handle on my pot burning at 510 degrees. I thought the bread would be a total loss, but it wasn’t. Let’s hope Friday turns out more predictably.
This is what stuck to the floured towel and didn’t make it in the pot.