The Mercy of the Fallen
This is my mood tonight. What's yours?
There's the wind and the rain
And the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim to know what's right.
There's the weak and the strong
And the beds that have no answer
And that's where I may rest my head tonight.
posted by The Sublibrarian at 19:04
7 Comments:
If it hadn't been so icy and if my computer had been working and if I had read this post I would have brought homemade veggie chili and some saffron challah to your house. And a bottle of wine.
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You're already here in spirit. The poulish for a couple baguettes is bubbling away in the kitchen this morning.
Oh YUM! Let me know how they turn out.
xor
The flavor and texture are great. The poulish makes all the difference. I think next time I'll use the damp tea towel rather than plastic wrap—see if I can a little more sour.
I managed, however, to get the loaves too brown.
I've had bad luck getting breads like this to "spring" during baking. The oven had dropped to 450 by the time I'd gotten the pan of boiling water and the loaves in. I turned the oven to 500 and only turned it down when it was back up to temperature. And that was the mistake. I either need to be faster or not worry about it, or put the loaves a little lower in the oven.
It's not an easy art by any means and takes some practice. Next time will be even better. I bet it tasted good with butter, honey, nu?
Yes, even too brown, it tasted good. I wouldn't have thought to put honey on it—I was wishing I'd had tappenade to go with it.
And cheese. I had some goat/brie at Thanksgiving with mango chutney from Bengal Tiger.
It's snowing at my house right now, again. If you get a chance go look at the chum salmon spawning in Pipers Creek at Carkeek Park. I'm about to go.
xor
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