If you know me, you know I don’t call myself a cook, that I do it less than my husband does, and that my amazing friends cook far better than I do. I can’t even name them all. They inspire me to try harder.
I am trying to get back to making bread, many reasons for this but lets just get on with what I did this time.
I did the basics from a book promising artisan bread in 5 minutes a day. It takes more than 5 minutes the first day mind you, specially when you have not done it before. The directions say to put a broiling pan at the bottom of the oven, and a baking stone on a middle rack. I didn’t have broiling pan, none came with this stove. So I put a glass baking dish there instead thinking it just needed to serve as a place for a cup of water to steam the oven.
I put bread in, and then asked DH to put the water in.
POW!
The thing exploded! Shattered. Thankfully no one is really hurt. I have a few tiny glass cuts on my foot (don’t wear sandels when cooking!) but everything is ok. Well not the pan, not the bread, not my stove, and goodness knows how long we will be finding glass.
I hate cooking… my poor pyrex.
