Glen-Third Period Home Ec.
"Mix 2 cups of flour and only add 1/8 teaspoon of yeast and no more!...you don't want your bread to overflow and explode in the oven" Mrs. Crocker instructed her class.
Glen read the instructions on his recipe paper and he grabbed the ingredients. He read the instructions and he thought *ok...1/8 teaspoon of yeast?...hmmm, this has to mean that I add nine teaspoons right?, I mean 1+8 is 9* He smiled at his discovery and then he eagerly added 9 teaspoons of yeast to his 2 cups of flour. After he mixed the rest of his ingredients, he put it in the oven and he waited for his bread. A few minutes later he noticed that his bread was risi *oh, cool, its rising* he thought, he turned around and went to go get his oven mittens and when he turned around again, he noticed that his bread kept rising and it was covering the little window in the oven. Glen peeled his eyes and he quickly called Mrs. Crocker
"Uh...Mrs. Crocker, um, exactly how much is 1/8 teaspoon" he asked her.
"Oh silly Glen, its this one of course" she said as she pulled out the tiny, tiny teaspoon out of the cabinet.
"You mean its not this one?" he asked her as he grabbed the tablespoon.
"Oh, heavens no, if you added even half of that tablespoon of yeast, the oven would explode" she said comically
Glen gulped and then he said "Um...Mrs. Crocker, I think we better evacuate the room now" he said.
"Glen, why?, what's the matter?" she asked.
He put his head down and he pointed to the oven. Mrs. Crocker saw the oven and the bread all over it and she peeled her eyes. "Uh...class, class, lets get out of the room right now, move it!" she announced.
"Oh no!...Its going to Bloooooooooooowwwwww!!!!!!!!!" Glen screamed as he along with the rest of the class ran out of the room, Mrs. Crocker wasn't able to get out. A loud BOOM! was heard and the classroom was covered in Bread mixture.
Glen and the rest of the class opened their mouths at what they just saw and through the smoke, Mrs. Crocker emerged from the room covered in flour and dough. Glen put his head down in shame and said "Ummm....ummm..ummm, sorry Mrs. Crocker" in a little boy's tone.
"Mix 2 cups of flour and only add 1/8 teaspoon of yeast and no more!...you don't want your bread to overflow and explode in the oven" Mrs. Crocker instructed her class.
Glen read the instructions on his recipe paper and he grabbed the ingredients. He read the instructions and he thought *ok...1/8 teaspoon of yeast?...hmmm, this has to mean that I add nine teaspoons right?, I mean 1+8 is 9* He smiled at his discovery and then he eagerly added 9 teaspoons of yeast to his 2 cups of flour. After he mixed the rest of his ingredients, he put it in the oven and he waited for his bread. A few minutes later he noticed that his bread was risi *oh, cool, its rising* he thought, he turned around and went to go get his oven mittens and when he turned around again, he noticed that his bread kept rising and it was covering the little window in the oven. Glen peeled his eyes and he quickly called Mrs. Crocker
"Uh...Mrs. Crocker, um, exactly how much is 1/8 teaspoon" he asked her.
"Oh silly Glen, its this one of course" she said as she pulled out the tiny, tiny teaspoon out of the cabinet.
"You mean its not this one?" he asked her as he grabbed the tablespoon.
"Oh, heavens no, if you added even half of that tablespoon of yeast, the oven would explode" she said comically
Glen gulped and then he said "Um...Mrs. Crocker, I think we better evacuate the room now" he said.
"Glen, why?, what's the matter?" she asked.
He put his head down and he pointed to the oven. Mrs. Crocker saw the oven and the bread all over it and she peeled her eyes. "Uh...class, class, lets get out of the room right now, move it!" she announced.
"Oh no!...Its going to Bloooooooooooowwwwww!!!!!!!!!" Glen screamed as he along with the rest of the class ran out of the room, Mrs. Crocker wasn't able to get out. A loud BOOM! was heard and the classroom was covered in Bread mixture.
Glen and the rest of the class opened their mouths at what they just saw and through the smoke, Mrs. Crocker emerged from the room covered in flour and dough. Glen put his head down in shame and said "Ummm....ummm..ummm, sorry Mrs. Crocker" in a little boy's tone.