As you may know, I have been practicing baking no knead bread. I think I have the system pretty well figured out, at least for here in Reno. With the elevation of about 4500 feet the recipes seem to need some tweaking. The white bread most closely resembles to me a fine artisan bread. The most important criteria seems to be how wet the dough is (the amount of water). Number two seems to be the nature of the container for the final proof (rising). this time I tried a loaf of regular white bread with parmesan cheese and black olives. Although I deviated from the recipe the bread was outstanding.
I am posting excerpts from an email from a friend that recently moved from San Diego to the DC area. It shows her observations on life in a different world. I notice people here, on base, talk a lot about their gardens, which plants are in bloom, and how we need rain . They are not pedestrian friendly, definitely not pedestrian friendly. one woman stopped to allow me to walk from the store to the parking lot and the car behind her started to go around her and just about hit me. I had some profane words for car no. II Californians are in for a shock when dealing with east coast traffic. Slow as heck drivers. the I-95 is the main artery going N and S. Everyone is going N in a.m. into DC. It starts to back up a good 25 miles south of DC. I see the gridlock/parking lot from my on ramp. I-95 is only a 3 lane interstate and it is ugly with all the big rigs. there are yield signs getting onto the freeways, scary!! there is the HOV lanes with 2 lanes for 3 or more they open and c
We left for Reno this afternoon. We didn't get very far. I purchased a 1968 Ford Thunderbird as a possible "project car" and intend to ferry the car to Reno, where I have garage space and tools for its restoration. My chauffer, Dianne, thought she could drive all 550 mile on her tip-toes. Her tip toe muscles gave out before she traveled ten miles and since it was rush hour, we had a crisis on our hands. We managed to avert citations for cars broken down along side the freeway. I had to backtrack, and then disconnect the toad before setting out for the rescue. I arrived just as a freeway service patrol was placing a red ticket on the radio antenna. We decided to wait and try again in the morning.
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