Bread Day

A 36-post collection

Bread Day, and adventures in Recipes

I did wake up at 11PM the previous night, but since I needed a nap at 4PM, I figured I should attempt that thing called a proper night's rest. Translated, I forgot that it was Thursday night and didn't feed the starters.

I have looked up a bikkie recipe that uses sourdough and it promised to be fast and easy... then one of the instructions says "Let sour for eight hours". Fab.

Well, I am going to spend two days on bread because the starter is still getting voluminous enough to use for bread. That might take even more time than the bikkies.

Grump.

Today is household unfuckening plus bread plus eventual bikkies plus story. I've already done my two hundred words today. In fact, all week, I got pretty close to three hundred words. Therefore, I'm raising my bar next week. Fingers crossed that it isn't too stressful.

...which reminds me, I should check my total word count against my goals. Later.

I have to focus on today and here and now. Which has been tricky despite abundant sleeps.

In the news:

  • 0 new cases of Corona in Queensland. Huzzah. One day down, 13 to go.
  • The Muppet's campaigners actually used a hate group symbol as part of their campaign and Facebook actually banzored its use. Finally, someone has some guts.
  • Confirmation that the Muppet can have anyone's hand up his butt, so long as they're a dictator.
  • Loads of new cases in Victoria, and the PM of Victoria is dissing other states in a reaction to that news.

So. Another day of madness. The media's stopped talking about the protests, but the cop-driven violence still continues anyway. They've stopped reporting it because they don't want the police to look bad. Too late, fellas. Way too late.

Onwards to storytime!

Friday. Loaf time.

We were almost out of bread, the last of the extant sourdough had gone the way of all mortal things. Mould. Dang. Then this morning, at what I affectionately call "f-off o'clock", I was woken by the delicate clanging of my measuring cups.

Turns out, my Beloved was making kit bread. On the very eve of the day that I would be making more sourdough. They're doing it to use up the kit bread supplies, including the dry yeast we have lying

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Bread Day and Muffins

Today I am making wholemeal loafs to go out to others not me. One for Chaos' teacher and one for Capt. S at her insistence. The starter harvest, gathered closer to midnight last night than the dawn, has gone into an attempt at Health Muffins(tm) that also utilise the bruised and wrinkly apples that miss Chaos no longer wishes to go near.

Recipe will be appearing in my foodie blog as soon as I care to document them.

I am, however,

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Two-parter Bread Days, I guess

So here's the thing with sourdough:

  1. You need to give your starter time to rise before you use it.
  2. This takes a majority of the morning.
  3. When you do use it, there's still mixing the dough and letting it sit for a while (aka Autolysing) before you add it to your stuff.
  4. Then there's stretching and folding at set intervals [1/2 hour to 1 hour depending on your mood, what the dough likes, etc] which you do a minimum of four
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Friday. It's time for bread

So. This morning so far is:

  • Feed cats
  • Consult with Beloved visavis bread making [it's white loaves this time]
  • Feed starters
  • Make pancakes out of harvest for Chaos
  • Realise that Chaos wants to eat them at home (fml)
  • See Chaos off to school
  • Finish making the pancakes
  • Prep for bread [weighing, sifting, containing]
  • Finally have coffee and pills
  • Unfuckening the house
  • And now I get to sit down and work for a change

It's been a busy morning, and I still haven't

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Hello, Rock. Hello, Hard Place...

The two week grace period is nearly done. If there's no signs of coughs or sniffles, I am sending Chaos back to school and doing the decontamination noise when she comes home.

I've encountered a further embuggerance as my Medium account is under investigation and I can't post until things are fixed. I'm moving as lickety-darn split as I can, but I'm also editing THREE YEARS OF INSTANTS so that the sig no longer contains solicitations for funds.

Honestly, it might be

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