The Little Bread That Couldn't... Rise
Why, you ask? Because my apartment is about 3 degrees away from becoming the world's first example of nuclear winter. I didn't think about that before I embarked on my bread-making adventure, though. So now the dough has been divided and shaped and I'm just waiting for the little fuckers to rise again so I can bake them already.
Comeoncomeoncomeon. At this rate I won't have bread for dinner. I'm going to need to invest in an oven-proof bowl if I want to do this again, because next time I'm sticking this shit in the oven to rise. This is freaking ridiculous. ARGH.