April 30th, 2008

Loz Cola

In which I prove I do have a domestic bone in my body. Just one, mind...

One of my favourite duties as a primary (elementary) school teacher is making playdough. It is, without a doubt, one of the most enjoyable aspects of teaching. As is playing with the playdough later, but I rarely get to do that, sadly. I have an awesome microwave playdough recipe that makes the best playdough ever. It lasts for ages. It's non-toxic, but tastes disgusting (I know this from personal experience! Nothing like making a child rethink sticking stuff in their mouth when they've seen the consequences), and it cleans up easily.

I've shared it beneath the cut.

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I'm also attempting to make bread in my breadmaker again, now that I've purchased kitchen scales (and now that the store runs out of bread SUPER QUICKLY, also, it's always frozen, and God, I love my bread.) I am hoping that this time it turns out the way it's supposed to. It's usually been pretty bloody awful - super dense and not properly cooked, despite me following the instructions. Only, I've been doing it with measuring cups and, really, with something like bread, scales are the only way to go. If it still doesn't work, I'll just make it without the infernal automated "maker".