I have been nagging mama to buy me one of those hi-tech looking mixer that looks like ones from Tony Stark’s kitchen. She said since I’m the only one who bakes at home, (and that I’m rarely home) that thing will just sit in one corner and gather dust. Touche.
I have been baking without a mixer sticking to brownies and cookies. Nothing too fancy. So, today I decided to try pretzel. Yes, the bread pretzel. I won’t go so far to say it was like a science experiment went wrong but it was right around that neighborhood. Sigh. Probably didn’t knead the dough long enough.
Then I told mama I will try again tomorrow then she said the most motivating thing ever; ‘don’t waste the ingredients’ *gasp* no, one gasp is not enough **GASPS** At this point I really wish I can take a picture of my face to better describe the scene. That statement better be a joke.
Anyways, that’s the story of my first attempt to make pretzels. Aunty N’s pretzels.