Proof me wrong
Seeking something to shake me out of my sugar coma, I perused the grocery aisles of Central Market this afternoon. This place is so easy to love. They have everything I want, and more. Today’s choice for dinner was a no-brainer. Chicken tortilla soup, and as I stood there gathering the already diced and prepped veggie tray and the chicken breast, I had sensory overload: “Oops! That bread is on the counter, surely it’s over proofed by now!” An hour later I would confirm what my ESP talent had already relayed through the dizziness of the sugar coma.
I baked that sucker anyway. Besides, they had stale tortilla chips as an alternative.
