Faint Praise

On Monday, I brewed up a batch of beer, and used some of the spent grains, together with some of the wort, to make a batch of whole wheat bread, without relying on a recipe. Unfortunately, I may have prioritized the health factor over the flavor and texture factors, and produced a dense, uneven loaf without much flavor.

Ali, in response to my confession that the bread wasn't very good, offered the soothing words - "Dad, you've made much worse bread than this . . ."