As Adam early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower refresh’d with sleep,
Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
Be not afraid of my body.
I bake bread now. It’s my thing. It’s a skill that needs a lot of practice, and I’ve been baking weekly since February to hone my craft. It’s very common to find a poolish or biga sitting in my closet waiting for morning. I also try to bake something new at least every other week. This week, I baked hamburger buns for the 4th. They turned out fucking awesome, except I suck at kaiser knots. More practice needed.
Anyway, here’s a bread gallery. I take a lot of pictures as I bake, but mostly loaf and crumb shots.