Today my stomach was feeling really awful, and everything just felt slightly out of whack. I didn't feel like I could eat much, so most of the morning I nibbled on slices of sourdough boule. (How do you pronounce that, anyway? It looks like it should be pronounce "boole", or maybe "boolay" - but I always want to pronounce it "bowl"; I have no idea why.)
Oh man that was good. This loaf was less overdone on the outside and less underdone on the inside. Very dense and chewy with a very close crumb, but totally done. It was really crusty and there was just this flavor about it that (to quote Smith Of Wootton Major) "reminds me ... of something I've forgotten". It was Excellent!
I'm not sure if I'll do the crescent rolls this week; I've been thinking about the Sally Lunn—recipe to follow tomorrow or so. I'll let you know and there will certainly be pictures. And as I'm feeding the sourdough tonight, I may or may not make something with that.
God speed, and remember: All sorrows are less with bread.
Oh man that was good. This loaf was less overdone on the outside and less underdone on the inside. Very dense and chewy with a very close crumb, but totally done. It was really crusty and there was just this flavor about it that (to quote Smith Of Wootton Major) "reminds me ... of something I've forgotten". It was Excellent!
I'm not sure if I'll do the crescent rolls this week; I've been thinking about the Sally Lunn—recipe to follow tomorrow or so. I'll let you know and there will certainly be pictures. And as I'm feeding the sourdough tonight, I may or may not make something with that.
God speed, and remember: All sorrows are less with bread.
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