Here is my shameful emission: I have not been making much bread. And several starters died. I still LOVE bread and the process, but I had been growing out of my pants. I don't really believe in dieting, but when I am suddenly unable to dress in anything but sweatpants, something has to change. So I took a little bread break. Mostly I just laid off the pancakes.
But I'm back! And the pictured loaf is one I made with beer and milk in the dough. I have been touching (I can't seem to stop looking at the pictures long enough to actually read it) the book Tartine Bread and dreaming of bread with big, open crumb. This bread is NOT there. Though not incredibly dense, the crumb was tight. I would almost be disappointed with the loaf if it was not heart-breakingly delicious! I was eating slices of it 2 days old, untoasted, and could barely stop.
I still want to read the cookbook and try the recipes and see if I really can replicate what I see in the pictures, but I am also excited about making bread in whatever why I am curious about. Listen to the dough. Smell it. Taste it. Watch it. Try something wild. Eat the results.
