This post could also be subtitled, “What the fricassee were you thinking?”
And, in doing this, I thought it was probably a bad idea, but I couldn’t find what I needed so…yeah. That’s my excuse.
Last Saturday, I made artisan bread. Yes, the Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day artisan bread boule. No, I still have not gotten past that recipe.
Well, at one point, you preheat the oven to 450 and place a broiler pan on the bottom rack of the oven to heat up (so that you will add hot water to create steam to create the crust).
The problem was I couldn’t find any of my metal lipped pans. I could only find my Pyrex one.
Yes. I can hear countless people banging their heads on walls or hands right now. Really.
So, I put the pan in the oven, set the oven to 450, and after 20 minutes placed the loaves on the baking stone on the middle rack. I poured the water into the Pyrex and thought for about a tenth of a second that all was well.
Tinkle tinkle tinkle.
But the bread turned out okay. 🙂
What epic kitchen failures have you been responsible for lately?