So I've been making this really awesome pizza dough. It's not my recipe. I've never made anything with yeast before in my life. Anyway, word on the street is that the longer you let this bad boy sit in your fridge, raw, the more amazing it tastes. So after I cut Bost's hair last night, I made some dough to have for dinner sometime this weekend.
at 11.37 pm.
Dierks was not too enthralled. He thought I should just go to bed.
I, on the other hand, was really excited to be planning so far ahead.
You see my ADD has been plaguing me since I was aproximately 8. Lots of tears thru the years. And I have NEVER planned ahead, unless of course, it was for my distant future. Like marrying Dierks and having lots of babies. But when it comes to planning ahead for the next 2 min - 120 hours, I never do it.
ANYWAY, I must have been getting pretty prideful in my pizza crust, which lead me to boldness in my water temperature choice. Pretty sure water temperature was the only varible in the recipe. (That, or not letting the yeast sit in the water for long enough) So now my pizza crust looks like this.
Flat, crusty, and gross. It should be beautiful and bulging out the top of the bowl. I've done it before. It really does work.
Cause I killed all those poor little yeasts with my prideful, bold, scalding hot water temperature choice.
Now what am I going to have for dinner on Saturday? I think I used up all my planning ahead gumption.
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