We are gonna attempt to make some sourdough discard sandwich bread.
Because I told my husband not to buy sandwich bread
because I am the bread winner.
We are making it, Shannon.
I got a lot of sourdough discard
just in case this fails. I did throw in some artisan French loaf
that always does work. Either way,
they gonna have some bread
cause Harris Teeter’s only. I call myself that way.
Either way, they gonna have their sandwiches.
100 grams of your sourdough, girl.
Oh,
I have it on ounces.
I’m a dumbass.
Shut up, Shannon.
250 grams of water. Red flour, 500 grams.
540, cause I can’t read.
Hey, this might not go the way we think it’s gonna go.
Actually, it might go exactly the way Shannon thinks it’s gonna go.
Miss Successful Queen. Always been,
always will be. I always overcome
and I always come through on top.
Don’t play with me. Putting the ingredients,
not instructions. Yeah,
we got the dough hook, we got the mixer,
and we got the right measurements.
Go bread, go!
Ladies and gentlemen, we have dough.
Leave the dough to rest. Bam!
I have 20 grams of salt. More than room temperature.
Oh, well,
I keep messing up. 20 grams of sugar.
It’s supposed to be 10 grams.
Maybe this isn’t a good idea.
10 grams? Yes.
And you put one gram. I put 20.
You put 20? Oh my god.
Glad Shana didn’t see that.
20 grams of sugar. Come on, Kelsey,
you can do this. It’s 24,
right? Got the butter,
got the salt, got the sugar.
Need the yeast. 7 grams, 10 grams.
Now the dough should be elastic.
Silky as slap of the sides of the bowl.
It’s doing that.
Ah, it’s Shannon.
Don’t tell her. Did you mess it up?
Never, never mess up anything.
A day like I’m literally perfect.
What are you talking about? It’s perfect.
What fell?
What the fuck happened?
What the fuck?
What fell?
You literally said, everything’s going perfect.
I said, no,
it’s not slapping the sides.
We love to see it. I’ve never messed up anything in my life.
Shut up, Shannon.
It’s Canada’s loss.
Beautiful. She’s looking really good.
How many times I gotta say
I didn’t mess anything up.
I didn’t mess anything up.
I didn’t mess anything up.
I’ve done everything perfect.
Yeah, that’s a perfect picture of dog.
Yes, you are.
Oh, yours pretty. Gorgeous.
Silky. Get a nice.
Oh, well,
this is gonna be a loaf. Oh,
Cracker Jack. Right.
I should back to Everything’s Going Perfect.
Come on.
Got it. 60
two year old nanny. Got it.
Hey, first of all,
you put it in a different position.
Okay? Okay.
That’s not Long Island coming out of her.
Set that baby upside down and hit it a different way.
Beautiful.
Pop it on there.
Let’s take a look at it real fast.
Boom. Looks great.
Grabbed an ice cube and I’m just gonna Kind of like run it over it.
Okay, bread is done. Drum roll.
Oh!
What I say she don’t ever mess up.
Listen, because. Okay,
she’s her own bitch.
Leave her alone.
Let it rest. Oh my god,
I really did that? Hahaha.
Mommy is a baker. She’s so good at it.
I can’t wait to taste it. It’s gonna make you shit
our doubt. We won’t make you. Maybe.
Maybe don’t quit your day job.
What do you mean? I did? Excellent.
Wait till you taste this. It’s gonna be so good.
It’s good, doesn’t it