Unleavened

I admit it; occasionally, my mind wanders during church.

Today, during a hymn, I started thinking about the bread I had baking in my bread machine, so that it would be waiting for me when I got home.

This morning, I loaded the ingredients into the machine. I had a half an onion, and so on a whim I chopped it up and threw it in with the rest of the dough. When I reached for my bread flour, I wondered whether it would be enough – and I’d already loaded the wet ingredients into the machine. But it worked out perfectly. A few tablespoons were left in the plastic container in which I store my bread flour. After the initial mix, the dough was a little wet, so I went ahead and dumped that flour in as well. Perfect.

Well, as I thought about the bread in church, something occurred to me. I’d been so worried about whether or not I had enough flour that I had forgotten to add the one item which comes after the flour.

Yeast.

Pretty important to yeast bread.

I stopped by the grocery store on the way home from church and bought a new bag of bread flour. Sure enough, when I got home, there was a rubbery, unrisen lump sitting there, hot and ready, in the bread machine.

I guess I’ll have bread with supper instead of lunch.