Roll each piece of dough into a long rope roughly 1-inch thick and 16 inches long. Place the dough in an oiled bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and place somewhere warm.The dough has finished kneading when it is soft, smooth, and holds a ball-shape. If the dough seems very sticky, add flour a teaspoon at a time until it feels tacky, but no longer like bubblegum. Turn out the dough onto a floured work surface and knead by hand for about 10 minutes.Pour the yeast mixture over the egg slurry and mix until difficult to move.Whisk these together to form a slurry, pulling in a little flour from the sides of the bowl. Make a well in the center of the flour and add in eggs, egg yolk, and oil.Whisk together 4 cups of the flour, sugar, and salt in a large bowl.Combine yeast and a pinch of sugar in small bowl with the water and stir until you see a frothy layer across the top.Icarus makes us ask ourselves what we would do with a chance to fly. Just maybe, his flight was enough to give other prisoners on Crete the hope to escape. Maybe he did fall, but for a few moments, he was truly alive. The road to progress is paved by people who take risks. His flight was revolutionary and far beyond what was thought possible for humankind. He breached domain that was thought only to belong to the gods as he conquered the skies. Maybe he didn't touch the sun, but he got closer than any man ever had before.
I don't think Icarus regretted flying too high. I want to love like Icarus loved the sun.įailure is not something to be feared. I imagine that as he fell from the sky, he could only stare longingly back at that ill fated star and admire its beauty. The sun was the only thing that existed for Icarus, and he had no desire for the rest of the world. To him, reaching the sun was worth any cost.