It all began with dreams of grandeur. Sure, it my have been my virgin run...my maiden voyage...my rookie stint...but I kept my eyes on the horizon and even thought I could see the finish line in the distance. Ha. That is what I get for thinkin'.
Sally was bubbling and fermenting ferociously. She was ready. And after a week of nurturing her...documenting that initial zing of rotting apples mellow into a smooth, aged scent that is somewhat hard to describe, but very easy to love...I was ready.
virgin brotforms and covered, they proof for another three hours.
*What in the world was I thinking, you ask? Well. A little flag did pop up somewhere in the back of my brain. But I figured adding boiling water to a hot pan wouldn't have the same effect as adding cold water. I can now tell you firmly and without a doubt, that it does have the same effect. And yes. The uncooked loaves went into the bin. Nothing else I could do. The glass literally sprayed ev-ry-where. I'm pretty sure none went into the dough, but I wasn't taking any chances. Plus, I had to let the oven cool down in order to clean it out. That was it for the day. But, Sally did her job...and she did it famously! I cannot wait to head back in and give her another chance to work her "wild" magic. Watch for a successful sourdough in the near future☺.
The good? My oven received a long-overdue scrubbing.
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