by the time i realized i'd murdered an envelope full of yeast, i was too far into the breadmaking process to turn back. i suspected something had happened when my ingredients didn't foam, like it said they would in the recipe.
then the product did not double in size.
then it didn't double in size again.
then chuck told me that "warm" milk means "not cold" milk. not "heat it up on the stove for a few minutes before using." so, defeated, i flattened the sucker against a pizza stone and made cheddar and black pepper flatbread, instead. tuning out the wee squeals of baby yeasts being scorched to death.
those suckers never stood a chance.
in other news, i made a really awesome pumpkin soup. i actually relished burping it up later, just for that quick, nostalgic explosion of flavor.