![]() ![]() I’ve made the round loaf that you see above several times over the past month and it has sung to me each time.īut singing aside, this post is about the other bread in the pictures. I wanted a bread/technique that I could call my go-to and so far, this bread is it. I’ve never been much of a golfer those pings, for me, were few and far between but you get the idea.įor fear of getting lost in the countless techniques for the “perfect artisan bread” available, I have stuck to one recipe (Ken Forkish’s Overnight Country Brown in Flour, Water, Salt, Yeast), adjusting it only by incorporating spelt flour in place of some of the all-purpose flour. It’s no different than the golfer’s ping when his club strikes the ball perfectly. For any enthusiastic bread baker, the crackling crust as it cools is as beautiful a sound as any other melody. ![]() My jam is the sound of my weekly loaf singing after I pull it out of the oven. And these days I’m too old (and probably not hip enough) to use it effectively.īut if you ask me what’s my jam? I’d have to say that you won’t find the tune on any Top 40 list. I was too young in the 70s to understand this expression. Lately, I’ve seen it used with reference to food. ![]() I’d heard it mostly in 70s films, people referring to a tune they liked as being their “jam”. You might know the expression if you’re of my generation. ![]()
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