Yummy sourdough bread does not make for a sweet afternoon

You'd think that spending the morning at your workplace, learning tools of the trade (sourdough bread class, where I had my hands in dough, literally, making baguettes and loaves, mmm), would be heaven for someone who has come to love food as much as I do.

And, you know what, for those few hours, it was heaven. Sheer, absolute heaven. I learned and learned, how to make a sourdough starter, how to use the starters to form beautiful breads, how to tell if your starter is alive and kicking, and how to keep it alive. I spoke to the breadmaker master, interviewed him, and got the first sentence of my article (for the next issue of the magazine) all out and gorgeous in my head.

And no, I'm not going to say it here, because that's breaching the whole work-personal life thing.

But, yes. My point is that, I spent the morning HAPPY.

...then, as I descended the Kerinchi link onto Federal, my car died-ed.

It literally stalled, and died-ed.

Suffice to say, I almost started panicking. Come to think of it, I DID eventually end up panicking, but not before I tried to ring the William, whose phone happened to be dead-dead, like my car, at the time.

So I rang Eddy. The conversation pretty much went like this.

"Eddy."
"Eh, hallo."
"...please tell me you're not in Penang."
"I'm in HELP. What's up?"
"OH THANK GOD."

Thankfully, though, I finally managed to get The William, and he came to my rescue. Turns out the fuel meter is malfunctioning, and showed me that I had more fuel than I thought I had left.

...which, in retrospect, is SO not funny.

And so, now that the schtewpid car is filled and full, I'm back home, with my big bag of self-made bread. I've got pictures; actually, no, my colleague has them. I'll get them soonish and post 'em on Facebook.

I think, though, that working in the food industry = awful fun. Really.

Even if I -am- a mass comm major. ;)

Cheers, y'all. <3