Joy was there while Sarah was covering her entire face with the tasty chocolaty-hazel nutty spread. She was watching as Jeremiah photographed the moment. "For some reason," she commented, "chocolate always seems to look like blood in pictures."
I think if this looked like blood it would be a lot less gross.
Before I made the pizza dough for tomorrow night's dinner (after much trial and error, Jeremiah has mastered the grilled pizza), I made my very first attempt at bagels. First, I made the sponge, which is exciting because it just gets so huge and gooey. Then, the dough, which I finally had to remove from the stand mixer when the kitchen began to smell of electrical fire. I kneaded it the rest of the way by hand. Then, I formed a baker's dozen of 4.5oz little balls. Then, I poked holes in said balls. Now, they are retarding in the refrigerator. Here are my retarded bagels to date:
Tomorrow morning, instead of walking Lola (sorry Lola) I will drop them each into a pot of boiling water for a couple minutes, and then bake them. And then, if all has gone well...I will eat them. I will keep you posted on my progress. I'm excited. I might even eat them with a bit of Nutella. I'm sure Sarah will join me.