I’m kneading pizza dough when DB walks into the kitchen…
DB: Did you put herbs in that?
Me: Yes
DB: Then it’s not dirt after all…
Me: ??!!
– 2 minutes later –
DB: Shall I turn the oven on?
Me: Not yet, I haven’t finished kneading, and then it’s got to rise and I still have to cut the toppings up and…
DB: How long’s it gunna be?
Me: Dunno. Maybe an hour?
DB: Don’t take this the wrong way, but can we buy ready made dough next time?
Me: ?!!!
It’s a jolly good thing I wasn’t making scones.
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