A couple of years ago, we were living in Massachusetts and squirreling every dime in the hopes of moving to New York. The pizza delivery guy was a distant, dim memory from the days of frivolous purchases like take-out, cable TV, or new underwear. Desperate for pizza, I labored over a batch of dough, then [...]
I can’t let an almost-perfect thing stand. That gap in the last loaf of bread really annoyed me. I did some asking around, and it probably happened because the oven wasn’t hot enough, so I tried again:
The original recipe had 3/4 cup raisins (optional), so I decided to take them up on it. I thought [...]
So, this morning, I staggered out of bed, down the hall to the kitchen… where Mount St. Sourdough Starter had erupted during the night. As far as I can tell, while I was asleep, the (now dormant and innocent-looking) starter foamed up, overflowed its crock, and hardened into a 1/4″ crust in the recesses of [...]
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