LET THE DOUGH REST

When I lived with my parents I was never allowed to cook. My mother was so much afraid that I could mess up her kitchen.

Once living of my own I wanted to show that I am able to bake a cake and choose one with yeast dough. I don't remember what cake it was exactly because it never came to an end.

Proudly I spread all ingredients on the table and the cookbook and prepared the dough. It went perfectly and I was very satisfied. Somebody had told me to cover the dough with a towel and put it in a warm place so that it could rise and unfold like a flower. I had made a small one at least I thought so. When everything was ready I put the bowl with the dough and towel close to the radiator and left for work. I thought now it has time to fully develop and nobody bothers it.

When I came back from my office the whole entrance smelled delicious yeast dough ! I opened the door to my apartment and saw the catastrophe. The bowl had disappeared under a thick layer of dough that stretched to the carpet! It was just awful. It looked like a witch's kitchen.



I cleaned everything and swore that I would never bake a cake again in my life and kept my word until today !  Now I let the others bake, I prefer to test if it's good.

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FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

This week seemed to me just like one very long day. Since Monday I am carrying myself from sofa to bed and the other way around. I had fever and felt so weak. On top of that Mr. G. had fallen out of his bed (again) but this time had broken his hip and was in hospital. No way to talk to him on Monday they must have given him medicine to knock out a bull he didn't answer the phone.

The nurses told me that he had spent an agitated night and had twaddled all night. But he does that also often even if he is "normal". This time it came from a very high fever. We could only wait for the fever to go down so they could fix his hip.

Each day I called first the nurses to get his news as I couldn't go there in my state then I called him, when he answered he thought we were in a train and wondered if it was the right on. I left him in his train and hoped for the best. My neighbor brought him things he needed and did the shopping for me. She is such an adorable girl and a nurse too. Yesterday and today when I called him he was his old self and I was so relieved. Having a crazy husband is the worst which can happen. So it seems that I don't have to follow him into the train or do some shopping in the supermarket.

As a united family my son had caught the flu too and had to stay home. Only the cats seem to have escaped !

Today he was finally operated and I got the first news in the afternoon. Everything was OK, there were no problems and he is now in a room to wake up completely. My "nurse" was there and did everything for me and now we have to wait until the Weekend is over  when he will be transferred into a rehabilitation center. The worst is over !! I hope that my flu will be gone by then. 

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