Sometimes, your day just doesn't start well, but at the time, you don't realize it. The first thing this morning, after I poured my temperature correct water over my specifically ground coffee, and the grounds went right
through the filter and into the cup, I realized that things were going to start off badly. I make my coffee ,one cup at a time, in my Aeropress coffee thing. It's like a french press, but slightly different.
I had forgotten to check that I screwed the filter on to the stem. That's why the grounds went right down the hatch into my cup. One wasted cup of coffee and it was still early. I got everything washed, started again,water right temperature, beans ground perfectly
for expresso, filter screwed on correctly. Perfect. I was happy. Then I started to make the first of four challah's . I make challah every Friday, and this time I had a request for two challah's for my
grandson's non- bachelor party.My grandson , who got married in March, was having a week end un- bachelor party. Because of Covid ,and the weather in March, he had decided to have his bachelor party now,when
maybe it would be warm and sunny. His best man, his brother, rented a party house on the water front an hour away from PT. I make the dough, which is like a brioche dough, in my bread machine. Then I take it out and do the rise and braiding and baking in the
oven. I make the same dough every week. For some reason, the dough exploded in the bread machine. I had dough on the outside of the machine, on the inside, down the sides and into what the guts of the simple machine are. I have no explanation. I carried on but the two loaves looked like faccacia dough.I gave them to my son. Then I made two more for the the party guys. Same recipe, same ingredients, same machine for first rise. This time all was as it was
supposed to be. I have my reputation to protect. After all, I am the resident grandma.