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Nov. 22nd, 2006 03:28 pmI'm growing bread.
Or rather, having gotten a late start (for using the levain, anyway) I'm cheating by warming my sponge, and then putting it on the propagation mat where it will be kept warmer than it would be sitting on the counter. End result: A bowl of sponge, chastely covered by a checked dishtowel, sitting on the propagation mat, under the full spectrum lights, next to the wee little basils. It's all in providing an appropriately nurturing environment, donchaknow? (This isn't about whether it will be done in time for dinner tomorrow, it's about whether I'll have to get up at two in the morning to turn the sponge into dough.)
Happiness, by the way, is relative. Today I was again deeply happy when I went out into the wind and the rain... because it wasn't raining very hard, and I could pretty much count on my comfy but not entirely waterproof jacket not getting soaked by the time I got home. (Yes, I have more waterproof jackets. This is just my favoritest.)
Or rather, having gotten a late start (for using the levain, anyway) I'm cheating by warming my sponge, and then putting it on the propagation mat where it will be kept warmer than it would be sitting on the counter. End result: A bowl of sponge, chastely covered by a checked dishtowel, sitting on the propagation mat, under the full spectrum lights, next to the wee little basils. It's all in providing an appropriately nurturing environment, donchaknow? (This isn't about whether it will be done in time for dinner tomorrow, it's about whether I'll have to get up at two in the morning to turn the sponge into dough.)
Happiness, by the way, is relative. Today I was again deeply happy when I went out into the wind and the rain... because it wasn't raining very hard, and I could pretty much count on my comfy but not entirely waterproof jacket not getting soaked by the time I got home. (Yes, I have more waterproof jackets. This is just my favoritest.)