I’m not the most patient person, as pretty much everyone who knows me will attest. I can be short tempered and irritable when, for example, I can’t get a jar open or my dog repeatedly pokes my butt with his pointy nose. I’m easily frustrated with instructions (see previous blog post on cookbook errors), and… Read More Breadder Burque Ch. XXIII: Trust the Process
It’s pretty difficult to write a post after a significant absence without writing primarily about why one has not been writing posts. Unfortunately, doing this tends to not be very interesting for the reader, because such a meta review of causality is, uh, boring. I certainly can’t claim this post after a significant absence will… Read More Scot’s List of Excuses, Pandemic Edition
For a while, I was baking an obscene amount of bread as collected anxiety of these times—the newspaper headlines, the disappearing clients (and income), the grief, the uncertainty—overwhelmed me. The price of such baking anxiety was the inevitable Covid-19 five pounds (approximately), and in retrospect it’s kind of amazing I didn’t gain more (thank you,… Read More Breadder Burque Ch. XXII: Breaking the Frenzy
Right at one year ago, we stopped during one of our weekly bike rides down Central Ave. and through the road/parking lot strangely connecting New York Ave. at the El Vado hotel/etc. redevelopment to take this photo: The “eyes” and “nose” you see above were placed there, by somebody and/or some entity, to stop drivers… Read More El Vado’s Mysteriously Moving Planters
By Emily Esterson Shonah Tovah! I’ve been making bagels for a long time, first with commercial yeast, and often now with sourdough. Over many years, I’ve gotten a good feel of how they progress along the timeline of production. There’s something comforting about a tried and true recipe, one you know is filled with the… Read More Breader Burque Ch. XXI: The Baking Jew in Me
