I learned something about living bread last night. Yes, bread is alive. So are beer, yogurt, and many other tasty things. I made a rustic olive bread which requires a sponge to be made a few days ahead of time. …
Yearly Archives: 2009
Tricks We Play on Others
And by “we”, I mean me. And I shouldn’t have said tricks. I meant illusions. As I’ve mentioned in this space before, my long list of pseudonyms is mostly an annoyance to my wife and to my office manager, who…
Weekend of Heat
Nothing says rejection like making dinner from fresh ingredients, serving it warm to someone, spooning it into their mouth, and watching them pinch their face, open their mouth, and scrape the food off their tongue before flinging it on the…
Great Scot!
Like the 15 million people on this planet who have both an internet connection and seven minutes of free time, I watched Susan Boyle sing “I Dream a Dream” on Britain’s Got Talent. As someone with deep Scottish roots on…
Alien Egg
I stepped out the front door this morning and smelled fresh air. It was blustery yesterday, and spat rain in the evening to the surprise of everyone including the weather forecasters. This morning large clouds were hovering by the sea…
Pandora’s Box is Open
Last night I started reading Peter Reinhart’s Crust and Crumb: Master Formulas for Serious Bakers. Now I know I’m ready to move to the next level. I’m ready to make better bread and do it the professional way. I…
Aurora Bakery is Open!
I realized recently that making bread could be more than a hobby. I’ve been bringing bread into work and giving it away to our neighbors, and I always hear how amazing it is to have fresh bread. Looking at the…
Pool Guy’s Here
My weekly pool cleaning job has been getting more frustrating. I don't know if it's because it's windy or what, but the surface of the pool looks like a shag rug. There is so much pollen, dead bugs, leaves, dust,…
Sangue Nostrum
My cell phone rings yesterday and it’s the San Diego Blood Bank: “We see that you gave blood last year and we’re running very low on your type.” “How low?” “Less than a day supply.” “Can I come in on…
Night Night!
Bay Harbat now puts her stuffed animals to sleep. I don’t know how she learned this unless it was from seeing the teachers put kids down for naptime at school. Last night she spent fifteen minutes carefully laying down Kitty…
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