Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Sunday, January 28, 2018
Well, that could have gone better
I finally had a bread failure. One, I used standard measuring spoons of a friend, rather than the ones that came with the machine. I don't think that contributed that much. Measuring spoons should be measuring spoons, right? Two, I needed 2 1/2 teaspoons of yeast due to using rapid bake, so I got to the end of the jar with about 1/4 teaspoon left, and even though I measured out that, it apparently was too off to rise correctly. It also wasn't stirred and kneaded quite well--I'm not sure what that was about. So, I threw the doughy stuff into the trash, then realised the paddle was in it, had to fish out hot not-bread, cut out the paddle, and then take a nut pick and get the dough out of the D-shaped hole in the paddle so it would fit back on the spindle. I let everything cool, and then I put new ingredients in, using the right measuring spoon, being careful with everything, and I'm trying again. I should know in a little while whether it worked. That was about 11:30, I guess, so I have almost an hour left. In the meantime, I have swept and mopped the floor in the kitchen. I just realised I didn't mop in the bathroom. Drat. Okay, let me do that.
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