Having somewhat grandiosely claimed a couple of weeks ago that I planned to be more mindful of my breadmaking, the time has surely come to report. Last seen, I had prepared a somewhat drier dough (60% hydration) and allowed it to rest overnight. Next day, I did the gentle stretch thing three times...
No, this is not about Tom Lehrer’s lyrics. But a couple of nights ago a friend explained his interest in (not-so) popular music by saying “It’s my hobby”. I don't really have a hobby, at least not as I understand them, although I do have lots and lots of things, too many, that interest me. So ma...
Did the cheese thing again yesterday, but unscientifically changed two variables. I was much more gentle with the curds, ladling them out quietly into a colander and letting them drain under their own steam. That seemed to be a good thing, leaving soft and quivering curds that formed a single mass...
Just a couple of mozzarella balls,1 nothing much to blog about. Except for one tiny thing: I made them! At home! And it is all Barbara Kingsolver’s fault.
I may have given the impression that her book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle is not very good. That would be wrong. It has its faults, no do...
The blog has taken a back seat of late; we moved, we have no internets, we are tired, we have no time at work. But the whole chaotic jumble is beginning to sort itself out, witness the loaves:
