I had a plan. I was going to tell you how I totally rocked Monday. How I was sitting at my desk in a really cute outfit, clocked in at 7:49 A-to-the-freaking-M, busting out some work. How I got to leave at 4:20 because I got to work early, and oh my gosh it's so much better than getting off at 5:30 and sitting in one hour of traffic. By 6:00, I had already done a few miles on the treadmill and was getting ready to cook dinner.
Ah yes. Dinner. I decided to make pizza pockets, but what came out of the oven was actually a slice of humble pie. I found a recipe from Pinterest involving homemade whole wheat dough and yeast and a dough hook attachment on my Kitchenaid mixer and all that fancy jazz. I'm pretty successful at winging it in the kitchen when I have no clue what I'm doing, so I wasn't concerned.
And then this happened.
|My creation on the left, picture from the recipe on the right. Pinterest is full of LIES.|
I need my mommy. Clearly I have no idea what I'm doing.
Also, recipes lie.