Today I’m making potato bread. I just finished the kneading – what a workout. My arms are all trembly. There’s a certain amount of courage involved in bread baking. I get psyched out every time that it won’t rise or that I’ll do something else wrong. I haven’t baked enough to have any sort of instinct in the process. I just knead as long as the cookbook says and do the rising as long as the cookbook says and then the baking part gets me too. I can’t tell if it’s done. If the top looks pretty that’s usually my cue to pull it. I can’t tell whether I’ve blown it until I slice into it.
I bought a baking stone on Friday so I’m throwing these loaves onto that freeform. We’ll see what I end up with.