I was in the mood to bake last night, but I wanted something savory, not sweet. After some surfing and searching, I decided to try these miniature soft pretzels. Mmmm, pretzels! That's what the doctor ordered. Just looking at the pics on the recipe page made my mouth water.
I started mixing the dough as soon as I got home. And then I waited about an hour for the dough to rise. And waited...and waited.
Apparently, yeast that's been hanging out in your cabinet for about a year doesn't have the mojo it once did. Go figure.
I thought I was lucky because I wouldn't have to run down to the grocery store to pick up anything, but the yeast I had on hand--from back when I used to make pizza dough from scratch last summer--rose about as rapidly as I do on Sunday mornings. Which is to say not very rapidly at all.
So instead of having hot, fresh-from-the-oven soft pretzels, I had a lump of cold, unrisen dough. Oops! Yet another blooper with bread.