Sunday, June 26

DIY

oh MAN!
neighbors,
i can see this becoming a thing.
huh?
oh.
right.
i can see the baking of bread becoming yet another 'nother thing to eat up
hours and hours of my obsessive and compulsive infinite nature.
yup.
my first loaf had the right flavor,
but i think i rushed it a little.
mmhmmm.
in my overeager excitement to make it myself, at home,
under the auspices and eaves of this Folk Life & Liberty Fortress's
fresh-to-death aura of awesome expertism,
i could've and should've let it ferment for a few hours more,
at almost every step of the process.
awwwwww.
here's the rub, though-
achieving a marginal success,
despite the amateurish missteps born of a hungry bellyhole,
has motivated me to really focus on the art of bread.
ha!
i knew it was gonna happen,
and that's partly why i never ever got too crazy about lovely loaves.
y'know?
avoidance of temptation becomes an all-too real consideration
when you're a monomaniacal minutiae-fixated custom freak-it-off kind of guy.
oh well,
the seal has been cracked,
and the window of opportunity is now flung wide open-
thanks to travis, i've got this leaven from heaven,
and thanks to faulty genetics, and possible wrong turns in the nurturing process,
i'm gonna fixate on breadsliness until i'm producing bakery-grade goodness,
in grain after grain after grain combinations.
uh-huh.
now i've got a new thing to perseverate about between bulk ferments.
yikes.
anyway,
check the take-two-type teleport:

WORD!
so,
loaf number two is a marked improvement over the premier.
perfectly proofed at moderate temps,
terrifically baked, with steam and convection,
and flavorful as F*!!!
i think i'm gonna break off a little starter,
and experiment with whiter flour for bigger springing bubbles during the bake up.
see?
it's starrrrrrrting.
i can't leave it alone,
and i can't let it go;
or,
maybe, more accurately, i just don't WANT to.
i've got dark and light rye flour on order;
i've got banneton bratforms coming in the mail;
i've got my eye on yet another 'nother aspect of intentional Folk Life liberation,
and it's making me feel a bit better about the way i interact with my world.
good bread makes better people-
i believe that from the bottom of my lava-lined hot-fiery furnaces,
and that's real talk.
a little helpful head start, and some very helpful starter,
a gentle nudge from a friend,
and the added incentive of avoiding the places and spaces where
events unfold in dastardly downward directions,
and suddenly,
i'm over here getting excited about adding MORE things to my to-do list.
why?
because i doo-doo that freaky sh!t,
and too much is the right amount.
doing less equates to being less,
and i'm still vying for the title of largest-than-life-sized hobbity hermit of the hills.
no foolin'.
flour water starter salt and time.
it's all really happening-
the new hottness brought about by the old ways;
never quiet, never soft.....

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