I hardly use a recipe for bread any longer: cup and a half of warm water, 3 glugs of olive oil (from a liquor dispenser), 50 cent sized center of your palm of salt crystals (sea), then 4 cups sifted flour, a big pour of wheat bran, and 2 tsp of yeast. Only two things are critical to be exact: the water—and the flour. I have a mortally hard time sifting flour without having it all over the kitchen, so I have to set the sifter down and avoid compacting the flour, which screws the measure.

It must’ve sat too hard. The resulting mix was a brick. I saw it not forming a ball, tested the consistency, and the cure for brick is, yes, a tablespoon more water, but this was really a brick:  add 2.

Well, I was right the first time. I added too much water. It’s tricksy to do it visually. Mixing was turning up a slop. So…the cure for slop is a big dash of flour. I did.

I think I finally got it right. A cautious poke proved less bricklike. It looked normal. We’ll see what bakes up.

 

Meanwhile the h key on this keyboard has something under it—quel pain!—requiring many retypes to get it right. And I can’t find the little tube that focuses the canned air cleaner. I’m going to have to get some sewing thread to get it dislodged.