Tired of having no edible bread to eat, I started early with my usual all-purpose flour.
And that’s what it’s supposed to come out of the oven looking like, so I know it isn’t just me.
I hear and will try the advice that I’m using too much oil, but still don’t understand why that should have such a great effect on bread flour.
We’re deep in the clutches of the year’s first good heat wave. Be glad, Oh Claire, that you live not here.
LB just wishes he didn’t…
Big guy has moved under the Lair for the duration. He can barely be lured out with promise of a Jeep ride. Yesterday he got his cable wrapped around the stairs and I had to fight him into the sun for just a minute to get him untangled. So near the solstice, just a minute or so of direct mid-day sun seems to cause him real pain. All that black, all that hair. Poor guy: In a sane universe, he’d have been born to a sled team. But when I get to feeling bad about it I recall that he was born in Saguaro country, which is much much worse. Bringing him to the high dez was more in the way of a rescue.
Heat wave or no heat wave, this afternoon Neighbor D’s coming over to resume helping me with the Lair’s siding. So I spent the cooler time this morning (baking and) moving gear and materials to the other side of the Lair.
Oh, it’s gonna be a sunburny afternoon. This time of year I try to get stuff done in mornings and evenings and spend the middle of the day in the shade, torpid as a toad. But not today. Today, with luck, the last of the siding goes up.
Holy c… I went back and read your bread recipe. A HALF CUP of oil? When I use oil, it’s just a tablespoon for four cups of flour. I don’t know exactly why, but oil does adversely affect the rise. I’m astonished that your general purpose flour bread rises properly.
Here is a pretty good article on bread rising from King Arthur Flour.
Lots of long haired dogs I know get shaved in spring to prepare for the summer. The hair grows out by fall.
Hey, Joel! I figured out your problem with non-rising bread.
It’s global warming. Of course. [/sarc]
My Malamute had me out for a walk last August in Union City. We were in Casa Verga(Verde, I’m being crude for you non Spanish speakers…because…well…Buck.) Park.
It was a variety of hot the poor pup had never seen at that point despite birth in Diamond Bar.
The kid has grown up on the beach.
An aerial will show you a long grassy park with lots of sycamore trees. She would walk nice and slow when in the shade of the trees. Once in the sun she poured on the power and dragged me to the next tree……and then slowed waaayyyyyy down until her tail met sun again.
Little Bear has Jezebel’s understanding and sympathy.