It was my Anniversary on Sunday, and since we had plans for the evening, I started my bread early in the morning.
My Husband decided to get water in the early afternoon, and I calculated how long we would be out doing that easy task. Sure, let's do it, and then I will bake the bread.
We get to the water machines out front of the market, and neither one works, so we pack ourselves up, buy some soda in the market, and drive to the other side of the valley, to use another machine.
We get there, unpack the bottles again, and I leave my Husband to get the water.
I went into this other store, to see if they had bottled water (yeah, yeah), and they did not.
My Husband came in and told me this machine does not work, either. So we are back on the road with no water for the house.
We made another stop on the way home, so what should have taken a half hour, ended up being 90 minutes.
I did not have time to bake the bread before we went to celebrate our anniversary at Grand Panda, so it had to wait.
It over proofed, and fell in the oven, and this was the result.
It still tastes great, but it definitely looks kind of sad.