After my class, I walked over to Corte Ingles to get some cookie butter, and while I was there I picked up some yeast. Whenever I walk to Corte Ingles from class, I have to go through an intersection which in the past has always had a police car (still don't really know why, the officer is usually standing outside the car smoking....) Today, instead of a police car there was a group of police motorcycles. Maybe this is just where the local officers hang out for their evening break?
Anyway, once home I put my yeast to work and made some soft pretzels. It is times like this that I miss my stand mixer with a dough hook. After much kneading, rising, twisting, boiling, eggwashing, salting, and baking, the house smelled like freshly baked bread and we had 8 beautiful soft on the inside slightly chewy on the outside soft pretzels....then 7...then 6....then 5. Ok, the rest went into the freezer.
