My bread hasn’t risen enough to even want a picture of it yet, but each loaf gets better. By the end of next week I should have a loaf worthy of portraiture. The taste is great, and the crust is coming along. I’m looking for crisp, flaky crust about a half to one inch deep. The recipes say that if you sprinkle with water just before baking you’ll get a crisp crust, butter or oil and you will have a soft crust. So, so far I have the crunchy part good, just working on the flake.
My sourdough starter is very active in this heat. I keep it in the shade on the porch. IT’S ALIVE…. ALIIIIVE!
I need a solar oven now so I can bake every day and not heat up the house.
I spend a lot of time on the back porch throwing a tennis ball into the fountain for the dogs. Annie will make sure she gets it dropped so it rolls right by my chair. Hank just catches it and drops it as if to say, “There, I killed it, my job is done.” Reddy pretty much the same, he loves to jump high and wiggly, but once he’s got it, it’s all catch and release. Except when Annie’s around close, she takes it away from him right out of his mouth. He’ll hold on to it for that. Fae just hangs onto the ball and comes over just barely within my reach so I can try to take it away from her.
These guys make me laugh to tears every day. I get much more out of our games than they do, I think.
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