Failure

This morning I made bread, and I have never failed so miserably. Here's how it went...

The recipe called for two cups of water. I have made this recipe so many times I have it memorized and don't even have to pull out the recipe card. But today for some reason I only added one cup of water.

So as it was kneading under the bread hook it turned in to a solid rocky mass. It was at this point I realized the error of my ways.

So I figured I could add the missing cup of water and just turn the mixer on the stir setting and slowly mix in the water.

This resulted in a volcanic eruption of yeasty water that coated the walls, cabinets, my face, my shirt and probably several other locations that I have yet to find.

Still determined to succeed, I covered the top of the bowl with a towel and started again...good idea right?

Well the water still was not absorbing into the dough so I turned the speed up on the mixer and thought I was having success until the towel got caught on the top of the dough hook and got wrapped around several times before I could turn the machine off.

Then I sunk my arm about half way up to my elbow into the dough and began hand mixing. Though EXTREMELY messy it was successful enough that I was able to turn the dough onto a floured surface and knead it almost to a normal texture.

Maybe, MAYBE it will turn into a halfway decent batch of bread. And maybe while I wait, I'll find my brain. I seem to have misplaced it. I am pretty sure I left in the other day light savings time....