Look out world!!! Here comes Breadchick.....

Well, so I have decided to join the blogworld. Well actually, MBH decided it was time that I join the blogworld but now that I'm here it might not be that bad. MBH tells me I resist change and am the most stubborn person next to his PUs in regards to letting technology work for me. Maybe he is right...but I'm not telling. And, normally, after much kicking and screaming he normally is right. So, I'll probably like this whole blog thing.

Don't let the title fool you.... this may or may not be about bread. This may or may not be about sour dough (a weird name I know...could be "grousings" about my day for all YOU know). I do bake bread and sourdough btw. In fact, the past few months I've been in the exploratory stages of my next career and figuring out what works for me and what doesn't work for me in regards to baking breads, pastries, and other flour based delectable full time. The folks at my real job have been loving this because every week I'm bringing in breads, muffins, and rolls for them to taste. My sourdough starter has been on a tear all week. I started out to make MBH a loaf of Russian black bread that I still haven't perfected to his tastes and in the process "invented" a sourdough stollen recipe with the "toss off" starter (toss off starter is the starter you typically throw away after a feeding). My starter was so lively I hated to see it go down the drain, so I took the toss off added some flour to it to make a "sponge" (let it sit for 3 hours to get really poofy) and then added some dried milk, sugar, flour, and salt to make a dough. I let that rise overnight in my oven (pilot light only), then in the morning before going to work made a stollen with cinnamon and chocolate. I let it rise all day while I was work and came home to a "Godzilla" stollen!!! It had risen so well it took over the jellyroll pan it was on and was so big when it baked that I had to cut it in two to take it to work. I frosted it with a heavily vanilla flavoured cross between butter crème frosting and a glaze. It didn't last long at work....

I have come to the conclusion that my cat leads the best life. He is at my feet, kneading some old ratty T-shirts we have on the bed (the shirts MBH says he hates to see me wear) , yawning, and fulfilling Article 5, Section 2, Paragraph 3.1 of "The" Social Contract (MBH's rules and regs for allowing the cat to live with us) which basically means instead of partaking of nap #21 of the day out in the study on one of the many quilts and afgans he has made his own, he is required to spend the hours between 7pm and 11pm here with us. He leads the life of leisure and contentment....

I have also come to the conclusion that my dentist is basically a whack. How serious can you take a dentist that greets you in the waiting room with a large pink frosted cupcake??!!! I have to cut him some slack though because he is the best with not making it hurt (I never even feel the shot of Novocain) not to mention he is funny. I had only my second filling ever today and until about 2 hours ago, I didn't even really feel it.

Well guess that is enough for my first post. Besides, there is a starter, a cat, AND MBH to feed.

breadchick