Sunday is Farmer’s Market day here. I love our Farmer’s Market. There’s the guy who sells the coffee I like, the place with the best apples, the cheese sticks my kids adore, the Russian lady with the artichoke cheese spread, and two different bread stands with many kids of bread that I like.
And there are persimmons that won’t get sassy when my back is turned.
One of the bread stands is, sadly, closing. They sell delicious cinnamon chip bread that my kids and I really like. It’s cinnamon bread without being crazy sweet like most cinnamon breads are. We are going to miss them when they go. I am curious to see what replaces them, though!
It’s only day 6 and I’ve already missed a day. Oops.
I haven’t really mentioned it but this was a crazy week. Monday was Halloween which meant staying up late and too much candy for everyone. Tuesday I had an evening commitment. Wednesday the kids had an early evening birthday party to attend. Thursday is usually knitting night but I was too tired. And Friday night I went up to San Francisco to see An Evening with Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer.
Half of those commitments were fun but they were still tiring. All of it on top of needing to cut the fabric for the quilts and pillows for Textiles (which kept me busy until almost midnight on Wednesday) and getting my homework done for one of my two courses this quarter.
So yesterday, I decided to bake bread. Part of it was procrastination and part of it was that our heater is on the fritz and I needed to bake to warm the house up. My bread dough took more than 24 hours to double in bulk! Finally in the early afternoon today I kneaded it and braided it and let it rise a bit more then it became a lovely challah.
The braids didn’t puff up, though. I don’t know if it was the (very) cool temperature in the house or the fact that instead of bread flour I used all-purpose flour and vital wheat gluten. It was tasty, though, thank goodness.
After my crazy week even sleeping in yesterday and getting that extra hour today didn’t make me feel caught up. I think I’m going to need 24 hours of slow rise to get back to my usual self too.