For this week’s bake I wanted something to share that could be either part of a meal or a solo snack. Bonus points if it could last a few days and was vegan. The sea salt and olive oil tin loaf fit the bill.
I love The Band. This blog is named after a song by The Band. My username is based on a song by The Band. Fans of The Band feel a little on the outside. The Band’s moment in the spotlight was short and unusual, and they don’t get the fanfare that many of their contemporaries … Continue reading In Review: Once Were Brothers
This weekend I strayed from leavened breads and fell into an abyss of discard recipes. I aimed for the moon and I got t-boned by an asteroid.
For my second dance with New World Sourdough, I tackled the Honduran roll semitas de yema. I've seen Ford and his followers making this on Instagram for months, and I was eager to taste them for myself. I had never eaten a semita before, and they look similar to Mexican conchas, which I don't particularly like. Based on the abundance of sugar, butter, and eggs in this recipe, I had faith that these would be plenty delicious.
For my first date with New World Sourdough, I chose to start with the first bread in the book: pan rustico. Right now NWS and I are just getting to know each other, and I need to learn its looks and tastes and methods. If this basic country loaf worked out, it would bode well for the health of our long-term relationship.
Bryan Ford (@artisanbryan) inspires me like no other baker. His flavors draw on the southern and Latin cultures I grew up with. His methods and ingredients are within reach of home bakers. When people around the globe try his recipes, he supports his followers and makes them feel like friends. At present I have made … Continue reading New World Sourdough: Let’s Dance
I do not speak or read Russian, so I am at the mercy of literary critics, polyglots, and bored Amazon reviewers. There are many P&V detractors. Whether they prefer other modern translators, Constance Garnett, or someone in between, many reviews (that are not featured on book jackets) criticize Pevear and Volokhonsky. The more I have read, the more I have had to accept they may not be the be-all end-all of Russian translators.
For five years I have memorialized the albums that spoke to me in a year-end blog post. The record of 2019 shows that I invested my time into no more than four albums and one EP. That’s it? That’s it. Out of the five recordings that meant something to me in 2019, here are the … Continue reading Queen Harvest’s Top Five (5) Albums of 2019
I picked my bike out of a rewards catalog, so I only had one decision to make: a horizontal top tube (aka a “boy’s bike”), or a sloping top tube (aka a “girl’s bike”). Thank goodness I didn’t have to make any more decisions, because I spent the next three months comparing and considering and … Continue reading Becoming a Cyclist: My Setup
The phrase “just like riding a bike” gets thrown around pretty freely in conversation and pop culture, carrying the implication that “riding a bike” is a simple task, taught once to children who never lose the skill. Growing up (sidenote--I carry more emotional bike baggage than I ever knew), there were two types of bicycles: … Continue reading Becoming a Cyclist: Learning to Ride