So I woke up this morning to the sight of a rainy New York and a slight burning smell. In my half-awoken, half-asleep state, I stumbled into the kitchen to find my roommate mixing dough.
Me: What are you making?
My Roommate: Bread.
Me: Oh… Okay. *stumbles back to bed*
She was making Irish Soda Bread, to be exact. This is such a foreign concept to me, to just make bread and batter from scratch. My Nana (grandmother) still always makes her doughs from scratch, but she’s old-school like that. Apparently, my roommate is also old-school like that.