Ok, so I possibly, accidentally, maybe did something right. Or maybe I’m just figuring this breadmaking thing out. It is shortly after midnight and I’ve stayed up late baking a loaf of sourdough that I’d timed a bit wrong: it was ready to bake when we got home from movie night. Ugh. And I was going to call it an early night, too.
I made this up as a full recipe because I was planning on bringing it to a party tomorrooooo– well, I guess later today — and I wanted a generous loaf. Usually I do a 2/3 recipe because we just don’t eat it fast enough… but, y’know… sharing.
It was also baked in the new dutch oven: the seven quart cast iron behemoth, preheated and smoking (literally) hot baked this sucker up so beautiful that when I set it on the counter to cool, the symmetry to the picture on the cover of the recipe book couldn’t escape my interest.
I just hope it tastes good too.