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Poolish Play Part 3: Pain

…remember those baguettes I made? Yeah. Still making my pulse race, still making my mouth water. These are fine times to be bethini, which, frankly, I am. But the dough that brought such happy times also brings humility. Remember thou art mortal. The shaping was easy: this dough was a dream to work with. Springy, [...]

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Poolish Play Part 2: Glory

Lotta pictures ’round here. As I mentioned previously, if anyone can persuade me to rock the slow-rise bread, it’s Bertinet. Having let my lush, silken dough rise for 90 minutes, it was time for shaping. I took about two-thirds of the enormous dough the recipe produced and divided it into ten lumps. After a short [...]

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Poolish Play Part 1: Anticipation

I think I’ve mentioned my enormous crush on Richard Bertinet. He’s the breadmaking bomb. Everything about his attitude, his relaxed savoir-faire and his kneading technique oils my breadboard. He is incredible. His kneading technique alone has been one of the greatest things I’ve learned to improve my bread. If you’re unfamiliar with Monsieur Bertinet, I [...]

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Adventures in bread: roast garlic, rosemary and sun-dried tomato

In my last bready-bread-bread-bread post, I showed you a sexy in-progress shot of some roast garlic, rosemary and sundried tomato bread I was a-rising. Didn’t show you a finished photo, though, did I? Well, because I love you, blog, I made the bread again just so I could photograph it for you. Well, that’s mostly [...]

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Stuff of life

I freaking love bread. And don’t wave that bloody awful pre-sliced, plastic-bagged, white wet foam near me, thank you very much. Get stuffed. I’m talking about bread. That shit is good for nothing but…well, I was going to say feeding the ducks, but now that I think of it, give the ducks something decent for [...]

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Rye rolls redux

But anyway, back to bread. I’ve been refining my skillz0rs lately, since M just got his expert bread-making mitts on Richard Bertinet’s Crust. I’ve watched videos of Bertinet online and did a little research on The Fresh Loaf and other websites, and reached the conclusion that (a) the dough I was using could be drier; [...]

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Tears of pain, tears of glory

All the tears have made for soggy bread around here. I neither apologise nor suggest reason for my emotional bonds to cooking. Because one would be grovelly, the other would be pointless and waffly. Cooking offers comfort, joy, and a sense of purpose when I’m feeling low. Makes the house smell good, too. But the [...]

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The glory and the breadcrumbs

I can make bread! Who said I couldn’t? Tortillas? Pita pockets? No sweat. Soft and fluffy herb and cheese bread? You got it. Hot cross buns? No problemo. Scrolls stuffed with spicy pear and ginger? Roast capsicum and feta pull-apart? You got it. Slow-rise crusty bread, oh-so-perfect for dipping in fresh olive oil from the [...]

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The simmer-Part 2

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From little things, big breads grow

So I’ve been at home, unwell, this week, and when I’m at home, I like to bake. Bread-making is still a bit of a novelty to me. M’s a pro at it, for which I am terribly grateful, but I don’t mind dallying.  I love how dough rises, too. I mix up my doughs in [...]

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