So, at about 8:30, I mixed two cups of water, two cups of flour and one tablespoon of yeast. When I got home after nine holes of golf, this is what was on my kitchen counter.
Yeah, a yeast volcano. A sticky, pasty mess. No worries. I cleaned it up and moved it to a bigger Mason jar. Good times. We'll see what happens on Sunday.
Tonight, we ran out of the last of the store-bought bread. So I pulled out the Light Rye I'd done two days ago. Another loaf of the same is baking the bread machine right now. Life is good.