2011 is Not Going Out Quietly
We decided to take it easy. No parties, despite being invited to one that has a potential for illegal debauchery on a level that I still sort of can’t believe I’m turning down. NEVERTHELESS. Easy taking.
So, waffles are in order. Except, the yeast decided to give me it’s yeasty middle finger.

It’s been two hours, and the batter should be doubled in size and fizzy-gloppy, but it remains smooth and thin and completely unperturbed by my attempts to rouse it. I’ve resorted to a hot water bath. If this doesn’t work we’re eating microwave popcorn for dinner.
So, happy New Year, friends. May your yeast be active.
December 31st, 2011 | Drama!






Yeast has a way of thwarting your best attempts at domesticity. I think the trick is that you can’t watch it. Just walk away and hope for bubbles.