I baked a loaf of bread last night.  It wasn’t really the worst loaf in the world, but as horrible as it was it should have been worse.

I didn’t measure anything.  I forgot it was rising.  I forgot it was baking.  It was the world’s most ignored loaf of bread is what it was.

All I can do is apologize to the ingredients and try again tomorrow, this time with a brain and some care.  Stress is no excuse.

And now I’m going to go make a pancake for dinner and go to bed.  It’s only 11:30 pm, which is practically midafternoon for me, but tomorrow will be a better day.

I think I’ll have scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Oh!  I forgot, I’m going to try an experimental version of spaghetti carbonara.  I couldn’t find decent parmesan or romano.  (Which is to say all I could find was the green can, which shall remain nameless.)

So, I’m going to use American bacon, and I bought a half pound of crumbled Mexican queso de Cotija.  Some fresh ground black pepper and a few eggs should make a yummy California version.  Maybe not carbonara, but then I’m not married to a coal miner, either.