The food-capades

By 8 a.m., Tyler was bouncing his way to school in the comfort of a yellow-orange bus and I was grinding kamut for the family bread. I finished mixing the bread and put it into the oven for it's first rise. The girls finished making their lunches and headed out the door to school.

I glanced at the timer, 10 minutes to go until I reset the oven to bake the bread. Great! just enough time to start some laundry and make a bed (and forget all about the bread). Two hours later, something akin to a lightbulb went off in my head, "The bread!" Although not an exact quote, I believe it went down something like this

"Schmidt! the bread, it's ruined. Dang it! all that kamut - is kaput, wasted!"

"Wait maybe it's salvageable. "

(Can you say dee.nye.all?)

I peeled back the layers of the fallen crust, threw them out and decided to pop the bread back in the oven and see if there was any lemonade (or garlic toast) to be made out of my lemons (shriveled up loaves).

They baked up okay, but definitely aren't sandwich material. So now I'm off to bake again but first, I'm posting several large reminders all over the kitchen - DO NOT FORGET THE BREAD!