Aren't zinnias just the happiest flowers?
Well, another Sunday has almost passed and the survival rate here at the Moon home is 100% so I guess we're good. Neither one of us has done anything very exciting but as I said to a friend the other day, no one's in jail or the hospital so we're good.
My bread last night was actually terrific and that's got me thinking. I've have been so ridiculously rigid about my sourdough baking. I feel like I have got to stick to the rule of using nothing but flour and grains, starter, water, and salt.
I have no idea. For awhile I was putting in about a teaspoon each of milk and sugar and that resulted in a softer, loftier loaf but I felt guilty. Like- there's a sourdough god who was looking down at me with deep disappointment. Like the sourdough police were gonna bust into my house and slap me in handcuffs or at the very least, issue me a summons. Like I had peed in the holy water font.
And I'm the one who always laughs at the the comments of the NYT's cooking app recipes that ask things like, "I don't have any shallots. Can I use a leek instead?"
OF COURSE YOU CAN!
"I only have anchovy paste, not anchovies. Will that be okay?"
FUCKING A, YES!
"I have no fresh dill. Can I substitute dried dill?"
WHY THE HELL NOT?
Of course I also make fun of the people who take a recipe and replace almost every ingredient with something else which essentially changes the entire dish and then bitch because it didn't come out very well. And I am completely disdainful of the recipes (not necessarily in the NYT's) that call for starting sourdough on a Wednesday if you want to bake it on Sunday, doing everything to the dough except dancing the tango with it in your bra.
"Forty-eight steps to perfect sourdough bread!"
I am not a recipe purist by any means whatsoever. So why in hell am I so loathe to fool around with the sourdough?
I think I have proved by now that the starter I made with the wild yeast of Lloyd will indeed lift a loaf of bread. So why not get jiggy with it?
And last night's loaf that had the leftover mashed potatoes and parmesan cheese in it was soft and airy and delicious.
I told her to pull them. Hers aren't going to bloom either because they're shaded by the tree. And I warned her not to throw the plants she pulls somewhere else in the yard because they'll just take over there.
While I was pulling, I did discover lots of lovely earthworms and also bricks and flat rocks. There may be an entire patio under there or something. A stable floor for all I know. I never have any idea what I'm going to dig up around here when I put my shovel or trowel in the ground. How I would love to have pictures from each decade of this house's life, of both it and the yard around it!
I am thinking that we should transplant some of the camellias in the backyard to that space in the front. I planted them too close together and they are crowding each other out. Rookie mistake!
I know better now.