Mr. Waffle was out yesterday evening and I decided I would achieve much in his absence and he would be suitably impressed on his return.
I made brioche. It took forever. I was up until all hours. It tasted like bread and looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame (assuming that he was singed on one side). I didn’t spend seven hours proving for this:
The Princess and I bought white t-shirts. And then I spent hours yesterday evening trying to transfer Monster High images on to them using transfer sheets purchased while we still lived in Belgium with the deeply unsatisfying results you see below (do you think transfers go off?):
On the plus side, we did make some progress both in party bag packing (did I mention that the Princess’s ninth birthday party is on Saturday?):
and in roller blading:
Then, as I sat down after a very long evening of domestic duties to print out a document from work, I realised that the printer was out of ink after the strain of printing Monster High transfers. Alas.
Nine! Gosh.
I have never tried making brioche but have taken to baking ordinary bread, and find it very satisfying and also quite forgiving.
Oh, Dot, I don’t know. We have a very good bakery nearby and after the great brioche disaster, I’m not sure I could take using yeast again.