When I opened the bread pot this morning and a phlegm-like dough sat sweating in there I thought–Swindler!
Another one bites the dust…
These chefs with their cheffy ideas, making mounds of plastery dough on television then magically replacing one tray with another that’s ready, fluffed, painted, sculped, sprayed. Who knows what the beautitians of food pageantry do for television anyway!
It was no lie. You did not deceive. With a sprinkling of garlic and herbs on top–your suggestion–I learn to believe in myself once more.