I think the adventure really got serious today. I started this just before breakfast this morning (and forgot to eat breakfast, actually) and the loaf is still warm. So, it's been a while.
And, I had a couple bumps along the way. I let it rise initially for about 3 hours before I punched it down. And it didn't really punch down. But I made a loaf and put it on the stone anyway. Didn't have anything to lose.
And covered it with a towel. Don't do that. I'll tell you why in a second.
The loaf actually didn't rise that much. And when I took the towel off, it stuck to my dough. I was tragically disappointed, but decided to bake the darn thing anyway because I'd been working on it for TEN DAYS!!
And I put it in the oven. Forty minutes later . . .
It got quite a bit bigger in the oven. I should know that bread does that. According to the resident taste-tester, it's "Good. In fact, I might finish this piece." Love that man.
It's dense and heavy. Has a slight sourdough taste. Not too strong, and a great texture. I think I'd bake it a little longer next time since it's more doughy than I normally like.
Next time, tomorrow (hopefully). I'm excited. It's good. The whole loaf is almost gone already. And it's still not cooled off. Yummmmmmmm . . .
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.