I think I now have some idea of what it took for my small in stature grandmother to make bread for her family of nine children. She had to have stirred up and kneaded vast amounts of bread dough to feed that crew. None of them were shy about their appetites. But she did it on purpose.
I did it because I am a dunderhead.
I was happily measuring yeast into the warm water for the bread. Thinking about God only knows what. It wasn't about the task at hand. And that is where my inner dunderhead took over, and I found I was spooning Tablespoons of yeast - not the teaspoons I should have been using.
A quick calculation told me I would have to double the recipe to use the yeast already in the water. I usually double the original recipe, so now I am making a quadruple batch of bread. Yikes!
Kneading bread dough that contains 22 cups of flour is not a job for the faint of heart. Or the weak of muscle. Took me 20 minutes over the normal ten. Wore me down to a frazzle. Dunderhead.
On the up side, I don't have to bake for a while. I have 4 large loaves, 3 dozen buns and two large pans of cinnamon rolls.
I guess there are some advantages to being a dunderhead.
How hard can it be to find a grain elevator?
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