Originally uploaded by looseid
My anticipation lifts as the dough rises. And when the dough fails to rise, I am utterly deflated.
This simple yellow mound, through heat and time, transforms itself into a dark and handsome loaf with crisp corners and a glossy cap. So powerless when first formed, yet so sturdy when matured. With its confident texture and generous aroma, it charms everybody within range to come hither.
Baking is chemistry, but not an exact science.
You knead to feel.
And you need to fail over and over.
And then one day, you get it, and then you're hooked.
Soft, creamy, resilient, pale, pungent, moist, airy, thick, slow, warm, spongy and promising.