My sister made bread for the first time 3 days ago and I finally got around to making it. She didn’t do it because she thought that the bread dough would never go bad, so when she got to it she got to it. I did have to work my magic on the loaves due to the fact that they were drying out and they weren’t rising. So I placed both loaves in the oven at 200 degrees with a wet towel over them and brought them back to life.
I baked them up and had them ready for dinner. Because nothing goes better with Chicken and Dumplings then homemade bread, I served up the dumplings and mom sliced up the bread, we all sat down for dinner and we took a bite of the bread and it was too salty. Nobody could eat it. My sister doesn’t know what happen but I think that she mixed up the teaspoon and tablespoon. So before dad got home I loaded the bread up into bags and put it in the car. Then I went to Kelly’s house so that she could feed it to her goat.
2 comments:
why would mom get mad as that is a great way to save a day:-)
Because I showed a picture of our dirty stove.
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