Sigh. Today was supposed to be a fun day – making wild bread to go with the pâté and white bean soup (using homemade chicken stock) that T was making.
The pâté and the soup turned out fabulously. Of course.
And I, of course, just pulled the flattest loaf of bread out of the oven. I took pictures. They’re still in the camera.
I DON’T want to talk about it….