Today, my husband had a bread break down, and now I'm taking him to couples bread therapy on Thursday. Seriously.
And I don't even believe in therapy as I had quite a bit of it when I was young. But yup. Bread therapy. It looks kinda nice. I guess this guy gives classes out of his house and he looks at your relationship - I mean starter - to see what it's problem is.
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Bad yeast, bad yeast, whatcha gonna do.
ReplyDeleteMister S needs to endure the pain ...
ReplyDelete... that goes into making the "pain Poilâne", that is. :-)
But yeah, get Mister S to tell The Dough Doctor that what he really wants is to know how to make "that Poilâne bread", just to see if this guy chooses to run instead.
HEY DOUGH DOCTOR ... YOU'RE NOT TAKING HELICOPTER LESSONS, ARE YOU? :-)
He is just having bread self esteem problems. He's got a little bit of bread dysmorphia. I keep telling him it's pretty, but it doesn't matter. And really, you have to really trash some bread to make it not inedible. So I'm happy. Although to I do have to go to therapy with him so...
ReplyDeleteI see what you did there. The one with dough in them are good too.
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