so, i’ve decided that i need to bake bread.
now, to make things clear, i am a good cook. a very good cook, but i am NOT a baker. not of breads, cakes, pies or other things that mean measuring ingredients.
but, i’ve decided that bread is something i need to know how to do, it being the staff of life and alla dat.
so, the ingredients have been mixed, the dough risen twice and now shaped into one long bagette and 2 boules (yes, it’s a french style bread, whole wheatish rather than plain whitish). the oven is preheating while the loaves consider rising a third and final time.
i’m very anxious to find out how it ends up. o, the anticipation is almost that of a virgin’s on THE night of nights.
well…heh…i did say *almost*.