What We Kneaded

"The proof of the pudding is in the eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece."
-Miguel de Cervantes, Author of Don Quixote

Spouse and I cooked bread last evening. Having kneaded it in the bread machine, rolled the dough and then flattened it, we heated it in a frying pan. As a matter of fact and to be very truthful Spouse took care of the entire situation. Lamentably the bread did not cook thoroughly enough for our satisfaction: Spouse tore off a piece and munched it carefully while declaring that it was "all right. Not perfect."
I threw up my hands.
"Forget it," said I. "We'll try something else."
Then Spouse chewed some more.
"It isn't a disaster," he said slowly. "Not at all. It's a different kind of success."
As I would much prefer the other, more original kind of success, I indicated that Spouse could enjoy the bread to his heart's content.
I appreciate those words and the fleeting glimpse of insight that they provide. However I must insist that those words never again come between myself and food. In all other cases they are perfectly acceptable.