Night Cuisine

It was almost nine o'clock.

I headed downstairs to get my book, anticipating a relaxing evening in bed reading, when I saw the bread dough rising on the counter, waiting to be put in the oven.  

Actually, waiting to be dusted with flour, slashed on top, and "flipped" onto the hot baking stone.  Immediately afterwords hot water is poured into the broiler pan below, causing scary noises and hot steam to disrupt the pourer. 

So much for my relaxing evening.

I tried to get a picture of the offending loaf, but the camera died.  This morning, not much was left, so no evidence of last night's labors!

Ah, well,  these things will happen.   I've got a few recipes ready to post soon, so look out!