This weekend I was the lead instructor for a Beginner Rider Training (BRT) for Team Oregon Motorcycle Safety class. The class starts on Friday night at 5pm (for the instructors) and goes until around 8pm. Because I was one of the AM instructors my day started at 7am and ended around 3pm both on Saturday and Sunday. Most Sundays I make the dough for the pizza when I get up in the morning. This weekend it wasn’t an option.
About 8:30pm, Partner woke me up from where I had fallen asleep sitting on the loveseat. He said, “I know you are resting, but we are going to have pizza tomorrow right?”. I agreed that was the plan and got up to make the dough. Finding that we had about 3/4 cup of flour, we headed down to the grocery for more. I mixed up the dough, working an additional cup of flour into the dough, as partner had requested last week. I had forgotten that we had agreed to try letting the kitchen aid mixer knead the bread dough this week to see if it would turn out stretchier (easier to hand toss into pizza pie shapes according to Partner).
So, I did my best to knead the heck out of the dough before placing it in a well greased bowl, covering it with a damp cloth and putting it in the frig for the night.
On my first break Sunday morning, I sent a text to Partner to remember to set the dough out to raise. He already had! Fast forward to the end of the day…
I finally get home between 3:45 and 4pm. I am very soggy from the rain and worn out from the cold. I finish entering the students scores and sending an email to the head office. Now, I could sit and relax until the kids and grandkids arrived. At 6pm, I got a Marco Polo that the kids had other plans. OK. We waited another hour or so and brother hadn’t shown up either. We decided that we were on our own for dinner. Partner warmed up two plates of left over Chinese food from the night before. (Yan Yan’s cashew chicken, kung pao beef, and house fried rice)
turned into two loaves of sourdough bread of which we each had some hot out of the oven with butter!