My writer friends know that I joke all the time that all plot problems can be solved with fire. I'm not saying that's the only solution. But it's one.
I have been peer influenced into the focaccia trend and now own things like bread flour, and put dough in the freezer so I can make a little bread later. I know. Who am I?
So I took some frozen bread dough out of the freezer and stuck it in the fridge to thaw before running errands on Saturday. Saturday was warmish and sunny so much of humanity was out and about, and I did not wear the shoes with the good arch support so I was very ready to go back on my couch when I got home. But I pulled the dough out of the fridge to proof and then uh, forgot about it. So I remembered about 9:30 and decided to chuck it in the oven and forgot about how I usually put the rack on the lowest slot. And I sat down and started journaling and the oven made a weird series of beeps, and it turned out that yes, when you stick the bread up high where the parchment paper touches the element you end up with fire. Ooops.
I opened the window and turned on the fan and waited for the paper to stop burning.
See, dramatic. There was apparently something in the air because my neighbor's smoke alarm went off about a minute later.
But I tossed the scorched parchment paper and put the dough back in the oven. And it was delicious.
Did my personal plot move forward. Well, we shall have to see.
