I have a theory. Everyone has one thing that completely flummoxes them in the kitchen. It’s not something difficult. It’s something everyone else can do just fine, but completely eludes you.
Mine is bread.
Yeast and I have a troubled relationship. We have great first dates. We have an immediate chemistry. Then there’s the second date, and that’s where it all falls apart. Or, in my case that’s where it just falls, never to rise again. There’s never a third date.
Monday Night Dinner 