Send them to baking class. Make the offenders bake their own bread.
This, my friend, is the ultimate lesson in patience. There is NOTHING you can do to make bread rise faster or cakes bake better. You have to follow the instructions, let things do their own thing and relax.
This I learnt on Friday when I took up my own challenge and baked my own challah, following Leslie’s Yummy Challah Recipe. Two things you should know about me first:
- I have not been blessed with patience. When I drive alone, I yell a lot. I mutter when walking behind slow people on the sidewalk. I try to curb my impatience but alas, my father has a lot to answer for.
- In the past, when I’ve tried to bake, I’ve screwed it up and never gone back. For the past 5 years, unless it was pre-mixed-just-add-water-and-an-egg, I wasn’t baking it.
So Friday, I got home from work and decided that it was Time. I got all the ingredients together, read the recipe (already printed out) and got to it. I mixed and I poured. I kneaded the dough til it needed no more. I covered the bowl and I left it to rise. Leslie said 1-2 hours.
Those were the longest hours of my week. I checked the bowl incessantly. I fretted that I should have added more flour. I fretted that it wasn’t rising. I found a million reasons to wander past the Bowl. I agonised that my bread was a flop and I should just give up.
It rose. I braided it and I baked it. And it was good. I tad salty (my bad – I added salted butter instead of unsalted) but oh so good.
But nothing I did made it so. The bread rose in its own sweet time. It baked in its own sweet time. All I did was combine the ingredients.
So, any police officers and judges out there – you want to teach road ragers a lesson? Send them to baking class.