That day after training, I left and went into the kitchen, feeling quite antsy since it had been a while since I was able to bake anything.
What should I make this time? I thought to myself.
Sweets were my specialty, but a nice savory bread was also great to have once in a while for some variety.
The garden had a lot of different vegetables in addition to the fruits and spices, so I gathered bulbs of garlic to make some pull-apart garlic bread. I could easily eat a whole loaf myself, but since I was feeling so generous, I'd share some with others too.
The other workers weren't in the kitchen at this time, so I pulled out one of the kitchen knives, choosing a small one that wasn't normally used for dicing vegetables since my hand was much smaller.
I diced parsley, rosemary, and a few cloves of garlic. I mixed the flour, yeast starter, butter, an egg, salt, and a few other ingredients for the bread together in a large bowl, then added the rosemary, parsley, and garlic to the mixture.
Instead of mixing it myself, I ran over to Lionel and dragged him to the kitchen.
"If you help me, I'll give you extra pieces of the bread once it's finished," I bargained with him.
"Deal," he replied, and we shook hands.
In another bowl, I added more butter, rosemary, parsley, salt, and a ton of garlic (since you can never have enough) for the filling of garlic bread. Inside of the meat freezer, I also discovered a shelf tucked away in the side of the room where different cheeses were kept, so I found myself a wedge of parmesan cheese and shredded it to use for the bread. Before leaving the room, I marveled at the sheer size of a single wheel of parmesan, which was absolutely massive.
These wheels were so expensive back in my world, but here, I can find three just in my kitchen.
I finished the filling and taught Lionel how to knead the dough for about five minutes. Then I left both bowls in the kitchen to rise for an hour. I decided against putting the butter in the freezer to keep it from spoiling, and just flipped another bowl upside down over it, since room temperature butter was much easier to spread.
"So this isn't sweet then?" Lionel asked.
"No, it's savory bread, but I'd argue that it tastes even better than bread and jam."
"Can't you just put them both together?" he wondered out loud.
I made a disgusted face, thinking about mixing garlic and sweet fruit together.
"I mean... you could give it a try? I don't think it would taste that great though," I shrugged. "Who knows, maybe you'll invent a new kind of flavor!"
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Let's Start A Bakery!
FantasyReborn as a lady into a strange family. How will our protagonist achieve her life's dream of starting a bakery when she has to worry about living until 14 first? Read to find out! Corvalia has suddenly been taken over by someone else. "What the...
