I found a french bread recipe a while back that I love. I swear, at least fifty percent of the time I have made it, I forget about adding the oil and salt at the end. What you end up with is a barely edible, and then only when dipped in salty something, piece of disappointment. It makes me so mad! Why, why do I keep doing this same thing. Two nights ago I threw a pretty little slice of it across the table when my daughter lovingly teased me "Mom, did you remember the salt?" I laughed, and then remembered that I had in fact forgotten it. So much for a nice meal...
It's like I fool myself into thinking I've made it enough times that I can remember what comes next. The sponging part is still fascinating to me, so I pay attention to that, keep in mind that I have only three cups of flour left, and that's it. THAT IS NOT IT! I have three cups of flour to add, and oil, and a full TBSP of salt.
Tonight, I will rally. I will make the bread, and it will have salt.
The end.
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