Proof of [yesterday’s whining] concept: sourdough loaves out of the cold proof and now fully baked. For just plain sourdough they sure are pretty. #MySourdoughJourney #sourdough #sourdoughlife #sourdoughbaking
Jeff ⚕️☢️ 🥖✔️
Single. Occupied people anywhere are occupied people everywhere. 🏳️🌈 🌈 🏳️⚧️
I like turtles, cowboy hats, and sourdough.
I exist only on the very exterior fringe edge of any and all Venn Diagrams.
Welp, canceled my 1Password subscription and sent an email explaining why. Of course I received a boilerplate response from them defending their choices.
Sunday’s bake of Saturday’s prep. Both loaves are “croissant-style” (butter inclusion during folds). I modified several techniques with this bake [because scientific method mandates changing multiple variables simultaneously 🤔]:
1. Coil folds ONLY (no stretch and folds);
2. Tangzhong;
3. Loaf pan instead of artisanal boule;
4. ‘Dough Float’ for stopping bulk fermentation;
5. ‘Caddy Clasp’ shaping method.
#tangzhong #MySourdoughJourney #sourdoughlife #sourdoughbaking #sourdoughsunday
Continuing on with another bake today. Photo 1: This is what a strong levain should look like. There is no better feeling than watching the carbon dioxide bubbles form and pop at the levain surface. Photo 2: The Tangzhong “shaggy dough” was subjected to 10 minutes of gluten development (via the slap and fold method) on the bench surface to develop this sponge.
#MySourdoughJourney #sourdough #sourdoughlife #sourdoughbaking #tangzhong
Two plain, base formula loaves of sourdough in the fridge, cold proofing overnight to be baked off in the morning. Levain started to start two additional loaves tomorrow. Undecided as to what (if any) inclusions to add to tomorrow’s dough.
The derelict fence separating my sanity from my neighbor was removed yesterday, and replaced today. I am forever in awe and with mad respect for people skilled in the construction, electrical, and plumbing/HVAC trades—particularly when it is 95° F or greater outside.
Colour me more surprised than you, but I may be stumbling into a puplationship. The words ‘loyal and committed’ have been used, as well as questions like, ‘so what’s that gonna take to get you off those sites and owned and locked down?’
I’m attempting to be proactive, expressive and communicative of my needs-wants-desires, while simultaneously identifying and working through my weaknesses, biases, and shortcomings—many of these (I now realize) are AuDHD-related!
I hope we both are equally patient and attentive to our respective mental and emotional needs to facilitate this relationship.
Yes, I’m terrified.
This is both terrifying and exciting at the same time, as ‘Jeff’ and ‘relationship’ (of any kind) usually don’t exist in the same sentence. The nuance (complication?) this time around is that I am now mentally and emotionally aware of my neurodivergence. This singularity of knowledge has occurred over the past ~18 months, and it explains a little of the relationship problems/patterns/failures I’ve had in the past.
Also today, waking up to a fraudulent $1600 charge on my Chase Sapphire Reserve card. Easy to dispute (and clearly fraudulent) but also unnerving. I only saw the charge because I went to the Chase site to review some documents in my investment account.
Time to shower and head off to the radiation factory.
Going all-in on my Employee of the Week gag, I’m taking a celebratory cake to work tomorrow. Because who doesn’t like to celebrate Employee of the Week? AND WHO DOESN’T LIKE FREE CAKE?!?!
This morning I declared myself Employee of the Week, made a sign, and posted it on my door. In honor of this auspicious event, I took the last three hours of my work day off and went shopping.
Honestly, I was humbled to just be nominated for the award.
And the worst part? I’m not even in the mood to bake, but I’m out of bread.
I mathed incorrectly and I now have sourdough levain everywhere (and by everywhere, I mean all over the inside of my Sourdough Home). As I was prepping the levain before work, I had a feeling that it was too much for the container, and that I didn’t have the time/temp right. I should have listened to my 4am self. Oops.
Maybe I was just hungry, but the Thanksgiving Dinner meatloaf was surprising good.
Chat, it was not a good work day. I punctuated it when I got home by dropping my favorite coffee mug on the floor (leaving it in shards, of course) as I was attempting to load it into the dishwasher.
I’ve subsequently taken a Xanax, and prepared an eccentric “Thanksgiving Dinner Meatloaf.” When it comes out of the oven, I’ll eat and go to bed.
Sunday’s sourdough prep hot out of the oven this afternoon after the overnight cold proof. There’s a number of things in these loaves that didn’t turn out as I intended. The bread should still taste good, though. I haven’t been baking lately and I’m a little out of practice. #sourdough #sourdoughlife #tangzhong #MySourdoughJourney
Back to work after 5 days off. 0/10, do not recommend.
I have things to say this morning, but there aren’t enough characters in a toot to express the thoughts. Living alone and being single, there’s no one here to listen to me verbalize them, either. These thoughts will just keep swirling around in my head for now. That’s all.
I’m awake, but the complicated dream I was having has left me tired.
These aren’t fancy flaky layered Southern buttermilk biscuits but I’d feed them to stay over company (between sessions of toe curling) and they’d be happy to eat them.
I feel moderately less crappy than yesterday morning, so I guess that’s a plus. I’m up baking only because I woke up coughing and needing to void my bladder. I realized going right back to sleep wouldn’t be easy, so I swallowed a random handful of pharmaceuticals and glugged some cough syrup, and then started this ferment. Dubbing these the Fever and Delirium Loaves.
Apologies for my frequent posting and weitschweifigkeit the last couple days. It seems I’m on some sort of phase shift in the time-space continuum where all the zeros become ones, and well, here we are. 😳
Turning the leftover levain from this morning’s bake into some drop biscuits to go with my coffee.
The frustration of dealing with an HOA just to replace an existing fence (that isn't much of a fence any longer).
First two #sourdough loaves have been in the fridge cold proofing for several hours now (they’ll be baked off tomorrow) and I’ve started two more loaves of my favorite, croissant-style loaf. These won’t finish fermenting till near 10pm tonight due to the quantity of frozen grated butter incorporated into the dough. #MySourdoughJourney #sourdoughlife
Sourdough discard recipes are really misleading. You aren’t using the leavening of the starter—just the leftover flour in a paste form. You may get some sourdough flavor (depending on the composition/age of the discard), but the main purpose of discard recipes is to not waste flour.
In this economy, I can get behind that. But better yet, keep a small starter with only minimal discard waste.
I love Stephen, but I think Stacey would have baked a better final than Stephen ultimately baked. Overall in the season, Stephen outperformed Stacey, but maybe Paul and Prue made a mistake? (Not that any of this matters to anyone any more—except maybe Stacey)
Rewatching the controversial GBBO meringue semi-final episode.
Apparently I’ve volunteered myself to fabricate an Eierschecke for some (straight) Germans (that I find delightful) in my life. First, I have to locate quark. I believe I can find it at HEB’s Central Market. We need to have a proper #KaffeeUndKuchen.
It is a joyous day here as NRC inspectors are on site. 🙄
How cute. I’m getting spam/phishing emails from “Disney+” in Dutch (I think—maybe German?). These are two languages I’m extremely fluent in. 🙄
NGL, throwing these dough masses about takes a toll on my hands. They already hurt, and I’ve just started for the weekend. This will eventually push me back to using a machine to mix and knead my sponge.
I’ve really got anxiety coming down off this illness week. I should just go to bed. The sooner I sleep the sooner I can bake, lol.
Chat, this has been yet another stressful work day, only in part due to the NRC being on site.
You folx who have meetings on a regular basis…how do you do it? I just spent 90 minutes in a meeting where nothing was really resolved or even properly discussed. 🤯
Two incoming international parcels, one traceable, one not, both lost in some netherworld limbo.
RE: @lowqualityfacts@mstdn.social
The cigarettes, however, must be hand-rolled during their art class.
“Do you masticate, Mr. Lightbody” #fletcherize