I baked two dozen dinner rolls, cinnamon rolls, and Manhattan rolls for a birthday party this past Saturday. I made it through the baking and the cringe of adding yeast to milk & water at the exact temperature of 120 degrees and waiting to see if the magic would truly happen. Guess what, it did! It honestly did, I was in shock and awe just like the first time baker I was hoping to become. In the mist of the baking and rolling and covering, I had a mini pregnant lady break down. In the past few weeks I've been very emotional and crying in bouts that I am starting to question, so in the effort to get more friendly chemicals rockin, I've started walking after work and maintain a pretty steady pace for at least 20 minutes. SO back to to the story... Our oven was on all day, never did that before but figured it was worth the money and it also kept my dough nice and cozy while it was rising. The kids didn’t mind too much but working on bread while sorting through steps...
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