Everything in its place, as the French say. Oh, those French. Whether it’s kissing in the “French style” or setting out tools and materials before baking, they know how to get things done. Here’s my recent maximum setup, though I…
Yearly Archives: 2009
Mees Ahn Plahss
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Bread Factory
I have immersed myself in Peter Reinhart’s books. Based on several new bread orders (multi-week prepayments!) I’ve got enough production and profit to buy some supplies to experiment and expand my menu. Since baguettes have been hovering right on the…
Posted in Uncategorized Tagged with: bread, heavenly sandwich, mixed grain, pain à l’ancienne, poolish, soaker, struan, whole wheat
Ladies and Gentlemen, I Present
Sir Elton John! Picture 068 The glasses were requested as soon as she got up, and I couldn’t refuse. When her canines grow in it’ll close up the gap in her front teeth but for now I get a huge…
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[beep]
Am I the only one irritated by Nextel and other push-to-talk phones? [BEEP BEEP!] Whatchu doin? [BEEP BEEP!] Nuthin. Whatchu doin? [BEEP BEEP!] I dunno. Wanna do something? [BEEP BEEP!] I guess so, like what? AUUUGGGGHHH! Having to listen to…
I’m All (Not) Ears
I’ve had some trouble growing ears. Not that two isn’t enough. Scoring my bread and watching the dough spring up in the oven is a real joy, but recently I haven’t been getting a good defined ear. Last weekend I…
[screeeeeaaaammmm!!!]
Several years ago, before marriage and baby, I came out to San Diego for work. I stayed with a couple who had a young daughter, maybe around five or six. One night the couple had a barbecue, and another couple…
Water!
This is what Baby Harbat says when she sees the ocean. Actually, it’s pronounced ‘wa-wa’. In the last two weeks, she’s started to create compound phrases like “More water” (pronounced ma-mai wa wa) and “thank you Babbo” (pronounced shee-shoo babbu).…
Watta Watta Weekend
Memorial Day weekend is for barbecues, running and laughing with friends, and hard labor. I added that last one so I can feel better, though the crick in my neck and twinge in my shoulder says otherwise. Friday was a…
Boo-ters
On my way to work I drive past a topless bar and a drag club. They are the last two remnants in what’s a transitional neighborhood changing from scummy to hip. When I see the nudie bar at 7:30 in…
Haha! Fail!
Last night I had a bread failure. Actually, two, but I recovered one. I’ve switched to weighing flours and liquids (in grams) and converted all my recipes. Looks like I didn’t quite get flour weight right. Failure one: I was…
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