Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Except this chicken. She gets it. I can just tell.
She’s seen trouble, too. Like that time the cat got into the brooder last week and everyone had to hide until I rescued them. (All of the chickens were fine.) So she was totally sympathetic about my no-good, very bad day yesterday in which ten things went wrong at once, all day long, including my site being down for 11 hours. (Check out yesterday’s sweet potato shenanigans if you missed it.) If you’ve been visiting here for awhile, you might remember my site being down for 2 days a couple of months ago–a part of what has turned out to be an ongoing challenge to tackle increased traffic. (Be careful what you wish for, LOL!) I’m changing hosting providers (again!) and this time, finally, moving to a dedicated server, giving up the sweet but ultimately inadequate siren of cheaper shared hosting. On the upside, things should be better now. Or I’m shooting myself in the head. In which case, I won’t be concerned about my hosting situation anymore. Or my bread. Which was just one of the ten disasters occurring at once yesterday.
Could this bread be more deformed?
I forgot about it. Completely. While it was rising in the loaf pans. So it rose and rose and rose…and overflowed the pans. I sorta shoved it back into the pans somewhat and stuck it in the oven anyway. And it came out looking like this:
Doesn’t this bread look like it has an angry finger?
The texture is all over-stretched and not right.
But I slathered butter all over it and it tasted good anyway. I love butter.
No matter what else goes wrong, there’s always butter, and a beautiful sunrise…
….and a new day.