Right. So. By now you know the seething hatred between me and bread. Or you only have to look back some posts to figure it out. And here I am again. Trying to make it work.
You can’t say I’m not putting my part into this relationship!
I ran out of bread, store bought, and I didn’t feel like running to the store. The Texan also loves Hawaiian bread, and I had the ingredients for it. Stupid bread. I figured it’d do just fine as a PB&J sandwich bread.
So I held my breath and tried not to cuss too much. I grabbed out the ingredients. And I started. Again.
You’d think I would learn.
So, add the water and the butter to the stupid bread machine.
Now add the stupid cake mix. This is supposed to be what makes hawaiian bread different. Whatever. Stupid bread.
Now add the stupid flour. And the stupid yeast. In a stupid well inside the middle of said stupid flour mix.
I set the stupid bread machine to light crust and walked away.
I didn’t peak. I swear. I swear I swear I swear.
I walked away and did other things so I didn’t go mad.
And THIS, dear readers, is what I get!
Are you F*@(ING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? What is THAT? It caved in?
This is the part where I normally curse a lot, complain, tell you that God hates me and try to figure out what happened.
I’m not doing that today. I’m on FREAKIN STRIKE!
I don’t care. They’re gonna eat it anyway and LIKE IT!