Six miles with the brunch group this morning, with our attempt at a track workout thwarted by some sort of organized sporting event at the neighborhood junior high. (On a Sunday morning! Someone’s not in Texas anymore.)
The morning’s toast was the (approximately) the following recipe; jams were a concord grape (a backyard fruit in these parts; ours were from a friend’s vines) and batch #2 of the apple butter (a mix of scratch & dents from Woolf).
Bread for jamming [*]
(Two smallish loaves with a yellow, slightly gooey interior and medium-crunchy, flaky crust.)
- 6c bread flour
- 4t yeast
- 1 c milk
- 1/2 c water
- 4t salt
- 2 eggs
- a splash of hunny
Beat eggs, add liquids, then 2c flour, then the other non-flour solids. Mix. Add flour until dough. Knead.
First rise in the fridge, overnight. Remove, split into 2 loaves, knead, loaf. Second rise in a warmed oven (’tis the season). Oven on to 400F (keep the bread inside while it’s warming) and bake to 195F interior.
[*] Seeded Pandora with “The Dap Kings” for an all-instrumental-funk stream while eating