Замесил тесто по новой, закатал сосиски, скрутил пару бубликов. Поставил вариться на плиту - в стекляной таре. Я в другой комнате
My husband loves bagels dogs and wanted to eat some, but they stopped selling them around here. So we ended up buying some weiners and finding him bagels recipe (did you know they're boiled before being baked?). It took him 3 days to get to it, and he finally did it today. It all started with the dough. The recipe calls for regular bread flour, but we only had whole wheat. He decides he wants to make it mixed - regular and wheat, which is usually how wheat bread is made anyway. But we don't have any other kind of flour. All that info goes in another ear and out the other. Instead, he goes into the cupboard with all the cooking knick-knacks like salt, baking soda, starch etc. (flour is stored elsewhere), finds a bag with white powder, decides it's flour and dumps it all in the dough, excitedly announcing to me that found the flour. Orly? Why does the dough taste like there's nothing else but baking soda? All in all, I convinced him to throw it away and start all over.
So he did just that, rolled up the sausages, twisted some Russian style bagels and put them on the stove to boil... in a glass corningware dish. All the while, I'm going about my business in another room. Suddenly, I hear a sound of breaking glass. I step into the kitchen and see it evenly covered with glass shards, with him standing in the center, all shaken up, eyes the size of a dollar coin. He has cooked up some mess. But he managed to salvage the cooking and put it in the oven. It turned out quite well. Although two thirds of the product ended up encrusted with glass and in the trash, we still got us a dog and a bagel each, which was more than plenty.