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The Art of Baking with Friends, Thursday
The classroom this week had mixers and flour and more than a few containers of live yeast for the students to look at. And, you know, actually use once the class started.
Just be glad glitter didn't go well with bread making, okay?
"Today we're stepping away from sweets to bake bread," Derek informed the class, looking serious even with a random bit of flour in his beard. Somehow that would have been Pinkie's fault. Let's be honest here. You could tell because -- well, Pinkie -- but also because she was completely coated in flour, herself.
"Bread making is super-duper loads of fun," Pinkie said, letting out little puffs of flour as she spoke. "There's loads of mixing and kneading and rising and pounding and rolling and sprinkling and. . . ." This just kept going. With appropriate hoof-gestures for each verb. It was possible she would continue quietly listing baking verbs in the background soundtrack for the rest of class.
Learn to live with it, class. Learn to live with it.
Derek had!
"We're going to make a very basic white bread," Derek said, ignoring Pinkie for the moment. "Most important about this recipe is making sure we don't get water that's too hot or too cold to activate the yeast. Test it with your thumb and it should basically be slightly warm for you. Higher than body temperature."
Unless you were an alien and that was different. In which case… sorry?
". . . and water-testing," Pinkie was saying. "And getting frustrated, and . . ."
Derek sighed like the mature adult he totally was in this situation. "Grab a mixer. It's not that frustrating, I promise."
Only a little. If the yeast ended up being too old. Goddamn yeast.
Just be glad glitter didn't go well with bread making, okay?
"Today we're stepping away from sweets to bake bread," Derek informed the class, looking serious even with a random bit of flour in his beard. Somehow that would have been Pinkie's fault. Let's be honest here. You could tell because -- well, Pinkie -- but also because she was completely coated in flour, herself.
"Bread making is super-duper loads of fun," Pinkie said, letting out little puffs of flour as she spoke. "There's loads of mixing and kneading and rising and pounding and rolling and sprinkling and. . . ." This just kept going. With appropriate hoof-gestures for each verb. It was possible she would continue quietly listing baking verbs in the background soundtrack for the rest of class.
Learn to live with it, class. Learn to live with it.
Derek had!
"We're going to make a very basic white bread," Derek said, ignoring Pinkie for the moment. "Most important about this recipe is making sure we don't get water that's too hot or too cold to activate the yeast. Test it with your thumb and it should basically be slightly warm for you. Higher than body temperature."
Unless you were an alien and that was different. In which case… sorry?
". . . and water-testing," Pinkie was saying. "And getting frustrated, and . . ."
Derek sighed like the mature adult he totally was in this situation. "Grab a mixer. It's not that frustrating, I promise."
Only a little. If the yeast ended up being too old. Goddamn yeast.
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