This is what greeted us when we walked in the door today:
My double batch of dough had, well, doubled.
Master Munchkin tried to contain it and force it back into its habitat.
It fought back.
For awhile there, we weren't sure who would win.
But, ultimately, it really never stood a chance.
5 comments:
That is hilarious!! I'm glad your son was victorious.
D'Oh! Love it!
Funny! It's usually recoverable, unless you actually leave it so long it starts to ferment. And then it tastes *gross*. :)
How funny! You may have to change his name from Master Munchkin to The Dough Whisperer.
So funny---something similar happened here last Friday when I decided to let E help me make soft pretzels. I turned my back & he was covered in raw D'oh....which he then "washed" off of his hands and "wiped" the remainder on my recliner....um, yeah. Lovely :)
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