On New Year's Day the dough achieved a normal initial rising, buns were formed and an hour later popped into the oven. Alas, pale hard hockey pucks once again emerged. Hair was torn out, wailing was heard from the depths of Cat's-Paw IV. WHAT could have gone wrong again.
This time the suspect was aging floor, or could it possibly be that villain sea level, or perhaps Grandma is losing her touch!!! A third attempt is contemplated but the baker is hesitant, what if she fails again?Stay tuned!