Well, it seems that babies and baking don't mix. Last night I was making dinner, mixing up dough for pizza buns, refereeing sibling rivalry and entertaining a whining, teething baby. Something suffered and that was my dough.
It was utterly disgusting and it took me all evening to try and think of why it didn't mix properly. I am pretty sure I doubled the water. The mass was sticky and gooey and no matter how much flour I added it would not pull away from the sides of the mixing bowl.
This dough felt just like a post partum tummy. Jiggly and soft. A feeling I know all too well.
I baked it up anyway to see what would happen. I got two flat, tough and gummy loaves of bread. The kids aren't fussy and quite enjoy a large piece warm from the oven with butter and jam. I need to stop multi-tasking so much!
On a brighter note, Liam slept in his crib last night without the bassinette and did his longest stretch ever! Exciting!
Also, he rolled over from his tummy to back. I missed it though. I put him on his tummy and then turned to talk to Chad and the next thing I know, he's right under my face looking rather startled!