Alive!

I set the semolina dough to rise and took a shower. When I came back I saw that the bread rose up and beyond the 4" skillet and heaped over the oven shelves like a cartoon. It was a perfect photo op but I don't know to do that. Anyway the inside of my 1960's black and white speckled enamel Thermador oven needed cleaning. This is what I tell myself when the cat throws up on the carpet or the dog has a pee leak on the kitchen floor. "It needs cleaning anyway!" Dough is so flexible and forgiving and I try to learn to be as well. Dough and dogs are my best teachers. I scooped up the inflated dough and rounded it into a ball. I greased a larger 8" skillet and started over.