My weekend began on Friday afternoon with a trip to the farmer’s market. The lady who sells dates from the Imperial Valley knows Toddler Harbat now. Each week TH walks up and asks in her tiny polite voice, “Can I…
My weekend began on Friday afternoon with a trip to the farmer’s market. The lady who sells dates from the Imperial Valley knows Toddler Harbat now. Each week TH walks up and asks in her tiny polite voice, “Can I…
Baby Harbat turned two this weekend! All week she was ready for the big event, singing “Happy birthday” to herself and talking about cake and presents. On Friday afternoon she yelled for me to come into the laundry room. “Sit…
As promised, pictures of the pain rustique. Picture 1000 My verdict: meh. Though it smelled great baking, I don’t think it developed enough flavor or enough structure. It might benefit from an overnight cold ferment, or perhaps another rise. …
During my vacation I wanted to tackle the Next Big Thing in bread. Namely, natural levain. I tried making a sourdough starter once before, but didn’t keep up with feeding and didn’t know how to use it. This time I…
Disappointment. There’s my one-word summary of the rustic bread I cut open last night. From the outside, it had so much promise: big bubbles, deep brown crust. But the crumb was tight and uniform. And it didn’t have enough salt.…
It was hot this weekend. I have a cold. Seems those things should go together, but they do. I got it from Baby Harbat, then passed it to my wife. BH just has a cough now, but I got the…