It was foggy and gray outside; my farmer’s market plans were quickly abolished. I moved sluggishly out of bed, my eyes took an eternity to focus on the room in front of me. I brewed some coffee, sat on the couch, contemplated what was next. I knew I wanted to take on a hefty weekend baking project. Because when, if not on a rainy saturday, would you go through the trouble of making dough from scratch?