Last night I made my classic mistake. The one I’ve made, oh, say 8 times. I don’t learn too quickly. As I allow bread to rise, I usually keep it in the oven. It’s the most draft-free place I can think of (it also keeps my cats out of things, and yes, they do enjoy bread). There is the added benefit of keeping the oven slightly warm. So I turn it on for a couple minutes while the bowl is in there. But I often forget to turn it off. I start doing other things and before I know it, there is the smell of melted plastic. Saran wrap melting onto the bowl, into the dough. It is a smell I know all too well. Again and again and again I do this.
Last night’s stupidity was not treated gracefully or humorously. It was met with a lot of profanity and self-flagellation. And then I started my rye. Again.