Aaaannnd, it is now time for bread number two.
You know, I can’t figure out why I never made bread before. It is so simple. And apart from the “my arm hurts, so much kneading, why wrists, why are you so tiny?” feeling, it was a butt-kicking good time.
Don’t worry, this is not the only time I was disappointed with my tiny wrists. I got this feeling when I used to work at Tim Hortons. I was handing one of the customers her food from the drive-through window, and she says “oh. I think I’ve lost my appetite. Your wrists look like malnourished little boys wrists” then drove off. Ah yes…Good times.