God of Bread

One day, on a whim, I searched the internet for how to make bread. Fresh rolls are one of my favorite things in the world, so I attempted those first. I took some pictures along the way. There aren’t that many, because 1) I didn’t want too much evidence if the rolls turned out terribly, and 2) I didn’t want to expose my camera to too much butter and flour.

Here we go!



Riiiiise, my pretty!





I might need to work on sizing them equally…





Butter’d!





Oven’d!





Brown’d!





They… they should have sent a poet.





WHO ATE MY ROLLS? Wait… it was me.

And that’s the story of how I made amazing rolls on my first try. It made me feel… powerful. I love you, internet!

Of course, this story is also a tragedy, because the rolls had such short lives. But they gave themselves to a noble cause (aka my insatiable desire for carbs). And I still have eleven packets of yeast.