But it is weekend and the weblog has been neglected for two days now. Time to set things right!
Today's story is actually from last weekend. Yours truly decided to have a shot a making bread. The recipe was simple:
- All the flour remaining in the packet,
- One sachet of dry yeast (it said 11g on the packet),
- Water, until doughy (added carefully not to over do it),
- Spoon of sugar (granular, not cubed),
- Pinch of salt,
- Butter to grease the pot and tray.
The procedure was also simple:
Apart from the butter, put everything in the pot. Mix it by hand until it has made a serious mess. Turn it out and butter the pot/tray. Turn on the over for some random number (180 seemed like a good idea). Dump the dough in the pot and sit it on the stove over the oven, which was slowly warming up. When risen (exact time = enough to deal with some KAIRA e-mails), splot it into the tray and place it in the oven.
Leave it in the oven until force of appetite exceeds force of reason.
|Dough in the pot. I didn't have a bowl or anything.|
|Rising dough in the pot. Note in the background the machine that solves equations.|
|After a second rising, it went into a buttered, glass baking tray.|
|Mmm... hot bread. Added lots of butter, and then toppings.|
I think we could easily compete in the Great Finnish Bake-off, no?