Every so often something you expect to ‘just work’ ok decided to do it’s own thing. Today our old and trusted bread maker produced a loaf with a concave top. This is not the first time either so I thought I’d try the dough setting and then bake it myself in the oven.
The dough did it’s first prove in the machine, all went well. I then took the dough out and got covered in sticky dough – trying to get it off the plaster cast was interesting. Then I put it to prove in a bread tin and forgot about it. T-W-O asked if I wanted to pop into town when he returned from seeing his customers.
I jumped at the chance to get out the house for a bit and indulged in a latte at a new(ish, to us anyway) cafe in town. We went searching in the local supermarket – an independent that still exists in our local area – for foil pudding tins as I didn’t realise my supply was down to the last one and we have a market on Saturday. Sadly they don’t stock pudding tins only pie tins. Onto the co-op we went, again no tins but lots of red wine to distract us.
Returning home I sauntered into the kitchen, as I went by T-W-O commented on the smell of cooking. Ops – there on the counter stood a tin of dough that had escaped with the dough falling down the sides while managing to collapse in the middle. I have cooked it but it looks remarkably like the loaf that the bread maker mucked up.