A Story: Semolina Bread
Much like a cheap mystery novel where you read the beginning, scan the middle, and finish the end, is my story with the Semolina bread.
In the beginning:
“No, it can’t be–just give it time.”
“The water was hotter than a hot tub and it is still not foaming. I’m telling you, it…is…dead.”
Not trusting Jessica’s opinion, I remove myself from my window seat and peer into the metal bowl she is holding. The yeast is indeed dead.
“Doesn’t yeast have to eat? What if I sprinkle in some sugar? How about some salt?”
Before I could answer, Jessica grabs a pinch of sugar and tosses it into the bowl. We stare expectantly. Nothing.
“I don’t think that worked,” I say, “I can pick some more up at the store.”
Jessica crinkles her nose and with disgust stares back into the bowl. “Nah, I’ve got two more packets of yeast. Let’s just try those.”
And we do with various combinations. Did the yeast like salt? Nope. Sugar? Nope. Is it not hungry and just wants to be left alone? Nope.
“I’ll go buy new yeast,” Jessica sighs, admitting defeat.
“What can I do to help?”
“Let’s add more flour, the dough is pretty sticky”
Our new yeast was working as it was suppose to. Fourth time and a brand new packet was just the ticket. It had risen nicely and we were now in the dough forming stages. I added a couple tablespoons more flour and pulled the sticky dough from the bowl.
“Ugh, good thing I don’t have any tactile defensiveness.” Showing my dough laden hands to Zuzu.
“What do you think Zuzu? Jump Zuzu! Jump!” I say after I notice her sudden attention to my food crusted hands. She jumps just high enough to get a lick of the dough. Being of particular taste, she has had her fill and walks away.
“Alright Jess–I’ve got to go meet up with a random guy I met on a (reputable) internet dating site. Hopefully I don’t end up dead like our little yeast friends.”
Rolling her eyes and giving me a placating smile, she goes back to finishing up this week’s baking challenge.
“How was your date?” Jess asks as I walk in the door at 11:00pm. The house bursting with smells of fresh bread.
“Meh, I’m alive. I consider it a success. Wait a second did you bake the bread? I thought you were going to wait!”
The timer goes off and we make our way to the kitchen. Jess pulls from the oven a beautiful little loaf of Semolina bread topped with golden sesame seeds. Not waiting for it to cool, we cut into the tough outer crust which protects its doughy insides.