Rainy Day, Bake Away
[Note: after the very detailed bread-making posts of recent weeks, I think it's time for something a bit more....ummm lesser].
It was a dark and stormy morning. I woke alone. I looked around. Someone had set the clock back an hour. Strange. If today is an hour longer than yesterday, and no one else around, I should probably bake something.
Then I remembered! There's really great fresh sourdough downstairs! I walked downstairs. I made coffee. I fed the cat. I ate some sourdough toast. I drank some coffee. I watched the rain fall. I read the paper. I drank some more coffee.
Later, I made a cappuccino and ate some sourdough toast. It was good.
I listened to the rain pounding on the window. I flipped through my one and only bread book (I gotta go to the bookstore).
I hatched a plan involving the Beloved's returning from her business trip to find her favorite bread (along with her favorite spouse and favorite pet).
I mised everything en place. I mixed dough. I kneaded nuts and fruits in. It rose.
I flattened it, and poured on the cinnamon sugar (adding a proven aphrosdisiac, grated bakers chocolate).
I rolled it and panned it. It rose.
I baked it. I cooled it. I cut it.
It was good.
I had lunch of sliced chicken on San Francisco Country Sourdough Baguette. It was good.
It stopped raining.
I went to the bookstore. I found used copies of Bread Alone (Leader and Blahnik), Artisan Baking Across America (Glezer), and The King Arthur Flour Cookbook. That was good too.
I returned home. The Beloved returned home. She smelled cinnamon. She was happy. She tried the bread. She was very happy.
We dined on yesterday's soup and the SFCSD boule with butter. It was good, even better today.
The kitty again has the requisite two laps. She is happy, too.
And when Kitty's happy, everybody's happy.