I say “oh!” a lot lately. It started a few months ago when I took up baking bread as a hobby.
At first it was, “Oh! Look what I’ve just made!” Sometimes it was “Oh, dear! Is it supposed to look like that?” And then occasionally it was simply “Ooooooh …” when I tasted something just cooled from the oven. But contrary to how things look on this blog, I don’t always cook up success.
There’s the time that the warm water was too hot and I killed the yeast. I said something rather more than just “Oh!” that day. Or when the dog had an accident on the carpet, and I didn’t hear the beeper go off … and I burnt a loaf to charcoal and set off the smoke alarm. That was something like “Oh you stupid old, daft dimwit.” And then there was the weekend when the dough bowed out of its second rise, and I said “Oh, erm, well, I’ll just be right back, Darling. I have to pop down to the shops for a few things…” Bread, namely.
Today, Sedrick took centre stage. He has an unmistakeable sourness about him now, and he’s just produced a loaf that made me blink on first tasting. The photo is above. Holes and all. I’ve also done a cryogenics on Sedrick; he’s in deep-freeze now until I need him next weekend. I’m hoping that I haven’t harmed him by freezing him, but from what I’ve read, he should be just dandy waiting for me in there.
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