This bread recipe is incredibly simple. The only way I've ever ruined it (and I've been making bread with this recipe for five or six years now) is by not noticing the oven was set to broil.
3 c warm water 1/2 c rolled oats 3 T sugar 1 T salt (I actually use more like 3/4 T, but then I don't like my bread salty) 3 T canola oil 7 c white flour (or thereabouts)
knead dough until properly dough-like
let rise 90 minutes (or on a hot humid day like today, 60 minutes)
punch down, shape into loaves, put in bread pans
let rise 60 minutes
bake at 400 degrees for 30 to 40 minutes, depending on oven
It's also looks like huge, pale slugs if you forget its nature and leave it on a table overnight.
My freezer malfunctioned once, long ago, and I left two loaves of frozen bread dough out on a table. In the morning, one had managed to reach the floor and the other was slithering after it.
I like to think of it as more, um, organic. Kind of pleasant to touch and mold. Except that every description I come up with sounds distinctly perverted, so never mind. But I grew up in North Carolina with no A/C, and central air makes the dough kind of boring by comparison IMO.
... on the other hand, with central air I can make piecrust with butter and not have to work at the speed of light. Win some, lose some.
My metaphors are almost always violent and morbid.
Sometimes, people get disturbed by this tendency, and I've just realized that that's probably because they treat violent and morbid as synonymous with negative. And objectively speaking, I know they're right. But I very often have violent, morbid, and entirely positive metaphors. If I'm up to my elbows in something sticky (and that's a perfectly literal description of bread-making this morning), I'd rather imagine it in terms of saving the world from unnameable horrors.
I'm sure this preference says something dreadful about me, but I can't bring myself to worry about it too much.
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Date: 2005-07-22 05:17 pm (UTC)So glad to hear someone else say this! Good luck! How did it finally turn out?
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Date: 2005-07-22 07:42 pm (UTC)This bread recipe is incredibly simple. The only way I've ever ruined it (and I've been making bread with this recipe for five or six years now) is by not noticing the oven was set to broil.
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Date: 2005-07-22 08:26 pm (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2005-07-22 08:48 pm (UTC)1/4 c warm water
pinch sugar
let soften five minutes
3 c warm water
1/2 c rolled oats
3 T sugar
1 T salt (I actually use more like 3/4 T, but then I don't like my bread salty)
3 T canola oil
7 c white flour (or thereabouts)
knead dough until properly dough-like
let rise 90 minutes (or on a hot humid day like today, 60 minutes)
punch down, shape into loaves, put in bread pans
let rise 60 minutes
bake at 400 degrees for 30 to 40 minutes, depending on oven
makes two loaves
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This is the only recipe I know by heart.
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Date: 2005-07-22 06:41 pm (UTC)My freezer malfunctioned once, long ago, and I left two loaves of frozen bread dough out on a table. In the morning, one had managed to reach the floor and the other was slithering after it.
It was...icky.
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Date: 2005-07-22 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-23 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 07:26 pm (UTC)... on the other hand, with central air I can make piecrust with butter and not have to work at the speed of light. Win some, lose some.
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Date: 2005-07-22 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-22 07:41 pm (UTC)My metaphors are almost always violent and morbid.
Sometimes, people get disturbed by this tendency, and I've just realized that that's probably because they treat violent and morbid as synonymous with negative. And objectively speaking, I know they're right. But I very often have violent, morbid, and entirely positive metaphors. If I'm up to my elbows in something sticky (and that's a perfectly literal description of bread-making this morning), I'd rather imagine it in terms of saving the world from unnameable horrors.
I'm sure this preference says something dreadful about me, but I can't bring myself to worry about it too much.
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Date: 2005-07-23 03:13 am (UTC)