The smell of disaster.
My bread smelled soooo good, wafting through the apartment. And so little did I suspect what a complete and utter failure I had created!
Yes, this was my finished product. Weirdly crispy on the edges, a bit too salty, and looking like a pile of something no one should eat.
Granted, I didn’t follow the instructions perfectly, and suspected I might have a mistake on my hands when it came out of the oven. I accidentally dripped with olive oil and salted before letting it rise for an hour pre-baking. I also forgot to cover with plastic wrap! Bad baker! I presume my problem lies therein, but don’t know for sure.
What I do know is that my “focaccia bread” got dumped in the trash unfortunately! Tsk tsk, Pioneer Woman, for making believe this would be the easiest recipe ever. I don’t think it was just me—but some combination of the not actually very lucid instructions along with my lack of experience in bread baking (and anything involving yeast).
Anyway, I am disheartened and won’t be trying my hand at any breads for a while probably!
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