On those rare occasions when my offer is accepted, without even thinking about it, I tend to make some dough.
Pizza crusts, calzones, empanadas. Fresh pasta noodles, salty oatmeal cookies, even some biscuits.
I guess I like to knead.
Any excuse to get my hands all over some dough and some dough all over my hands. I get to push it around. I pull it and tug it into shape. I’ve even been known to give it a little spank. I try to keep it from sticking to the counter (it’s gotta be just wet enough) but I always end up with some on my clothes.
And, yes, doing Bubbles in the Think Tank is often like that. Luckily it gets a couple of hours in a warm spot to rise.
So here’s this week’s archive, fresh from the oven for you with gravy on top.