That was what I turned out from my oven last night.
A brick of bread! Can you imagine that? I can't, but I am looking at it.
I thought that I had lost the "brick touch", but apparently I haven't.
My best friend used to joke that such bread if hurled against a wall, it will undoubtedly gouge a hole in it. And I think she was talking about the brick that is sitting on my table now.
I'm in disbelief.
I'm in shock.
I'm insulted by my own baking skills.
I'm reminded that bread making remains challenging in its own ways.