Local Flour and Materials for the Breadalong

I'm over the moon at the news that I can now buy flour that is 100% local! This article from SFGate.com has me ready to embrace the crowds at the Ferry Building's Farmer's Market and bring back a 50-lb bag of wheat berries on BART. I need to find a convincing argument for the boy to be my wheat berry mule.

Before, the closest I could come to Bay Area flour is flour that is milled locally at Guisto's in South San Francisco. The wheat berries that they grind do not necessarily come from California, though, but since it was the best option available, that's what I used. But not anymore!

This food mill that attaches to my mixer is on my wish list now.

For those of you interested in the breadalong, it is still going to happen! In preparation, here are the items that you'll need on your bready journey:

1. A glass jar or plastic container and a loose fitting lid (gas has to escape) that will be your starter's home. If you do not plan on making bread every 2-3 days, then this container will also live in your refrigerator. Your starter will double in volume when it is fed, so use a container that can hold at least 6 cups.
2. A spatula or spoon long enough to mix the contents of your container
3. A dry erase pen (optional) for marking your container
4. 5-lb bag of bread flour. Bread flour has more gluten than your average flour, a plus for bread as its name implies, but you can also use all purpose flour. King Arthur unbleached, white flour is a great product that is not too hard on the wallet.
   
5. A teeny, tiny bit of yeast for kick starting your starter. Just a pinch will do.
6. Water. I use unfiltered tap water since it tastes good and that is what we drink around here, but if your water tastes chlorinated or you regularly drink bottled or filtered water, use that for your starter and bread.
7. Some means of measuring your wet and dry ingredients. My favorite method is a baking scale. I use the scale exclusively for measuring out my wet and dry bread ingredients because I know how much the required amounts of water weigh - I'm all about making less dishes to wash!
8. A draft-free place in your abode that is not in direct sunlight and that ranges between 65-80 deg. F.
9. A baking stone (optional)
10. A spray bottle or a pressurized sprayer that is only used for water (optional)
11. A stand mixer, like a KitchenAid or a Bosch (optional)
12. Salt, but not the kind with iodine

If I've forgotten anything, which is very likely, I'll update this post.

Do you have everything you need for the breadalong? Then, mosey on over to Part 2 and Part 3!

A Teeny Tiny Bit of Knitting

My MIL (and FIL and my parental units) stayed with us this week. It was a party! A big party with only one bathroom. Eek!

I did manage to knit another hat for my MIL, though, so rest assured that not all of my knitting mojo is gone.

This hat starts off the same as the Floppy Brim Hat, but I changed the brim a bit to make it ruffly. The ruffle effect is a result of knitting consecutive increase rounds for the brim, and then binding off loosly.

I also hope to finish my two at a time, toe up socks soon. And I also have what I hope is a funny idea for some cat toys, so stay tuned...

What a dork!

Can you guess who this is? He even copied my format. Methinks someone has a little too much time to kill.

Spindles and Gears

Got a bike question? Leave him a comment and he'll answer it!

Wrenchy is another creative type whose focus is mechanical design. He's a regular DIYer with an artsy tilt, when the muse strikes (that would be me). Enjoy!

Where's Fifty?

Fifty-Fifty and Vespa have a dysfunctional relationship. On one hand, Fifty loves Vespa and Vespa loves Fifty. On the other hand, one is a spazzy cat and the other one is a dog with a strong herding instinct.

This is what happens around the clock.

F: Oh, Vespa? Where am I? Can you catch me? Watch me run! Watch me! Watch me!


V: Must. Herd. Cat.


Fifty: Neener, neener, neeeeener! You caaaan't catch meeee!


Vespa: Wanna bet?


Rinse and repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

If I tell Vespa to leave it, she will. However, Fifty is just awful and she'll rub herself all over Vespa while Vespa is in a time out for chasing. What a brat!

After Vespa and Fifty play a few rounds of their pointless chase game, they snooze near each other so they can play "you can't catch me" at a moment's notice.


The weirdest part of this game is that Fifty will let Vespa nibble behind her ears and on her throat. Who has ever seen a cat willingly lift her head so a giant dog can nibble on her throat? Does my cat have a death wish? It's like the circus man who puts his own head within a lion's mouth. I will provide photographic evidence soon...

Dude! Duuuude! DUDE!

G: Dude, Fifty! This nip is wicked wild. Where did you score it?


F: Dude, Greaseball! The boy brings it to us. He grows it!


G&F: Duuuuude, we see dead people!


F: Dude! I'm a panther!

Mutant Loaf Takes Over

This is what happens when you do not flour your bannetone well during the dough's second rising. You get a dough that will not release from the basket, resulting in a mutant loaf.

We'll call this loaf, Fred. No, Fred is not the name of a bad ex-boyfriend or the black sheep of the family. "Fred" is just a name I picked out of thin air, so please accept my apologies if "Fred" happens to be your loving husband or your cherished son. I'm sure that your Fred is very handsome.

What my Fred lacks in looks, he makes up for in (you guessed it!) personality. Now 25 days old, Bertha has grown more complex and she is making bread that has good chew and, most importantly, a nice tang. This loaf tastes like French pain au levain! Fred is delicious! It took a little over 3 weeks, but my starter, a little salt, water, and flour has finally resulted in some bread that is kick ass, if I may say so myself.

I just wished I had floured my bannetone better. Drats.

More bread musings: as much as I enjoy kneading bread by hand, using a mixer to do most of the job results in a much better product for me. Why? Because I add just barely enough flour for the dough to become a ball. It's a wet, sticky dough that is hard for me to handle. I let the mixer do most of the work, then take it out and knead it for, at most, 3 minutes. Even after the dough is mixed well, it is hard for me to handle. Sticky and wet are good things for a dough to be, for they will result in a loaf of bread that is chewy and full of holes instead of a paperweight.

The tutorial is coming soon! I'm thinking about doing it in parts, so those of you who want to follow along may do so. We'll have our own bread along! It would be really cool if we could all post pics and our notes in our respective blogs. If you're game, let me know in the comments section and I'll link you so others can follow your progress. We can decide on a start date together Tuesdays are a good start day because Tuesday through Thursday, you make your chef from scratch. On Friday, you transform your chef into a starter. On Saturday... BREAD!

Mutant Cucumbers Take Over

These cucumbers were left on the vine too long, so alas, they became worm food. However, their colors were bright and summery. I need sock yarn in these colors.

RIP, Faceless Stuffy Toy

It started with an ever so subtle invitation to play.


Mingus offered up his precious ball, but it wasn't enough.

He played keep away with his faceless stuffy toy, one of his most favorite toys ever.

Scarlet, however, has jaws of lightening. There's no keeping anything from that girly. It became a battle of wills and jaws.



And in the end, the most innocent player paid the ultimate price.


RIP, Faceless Stuffy Toy.

Flattery will get you everywhere

LadyPatsFan is a digital scrapbooking whiz! She created some pages featuring the International Cat Hats. Below is just a taste.

Greaseball is very honored.

Eat, Shed, Daub

I hate the nose daubs that Mingus leaves on the window. When I return home, there is always a new message for me to wipe away. I'm hoping that someday, it will spell something cool and I can exploit Mingus just like Wilber, Zuckerman's Famous Pig! So far, no such luck. If he's writing something, it's not in English or Spanish, the only two languages I have a hope of comprehending.

Maybe it's Sanskrit! It would be awesome if Mingus is channeling an ancient language, trying to preach his message to the whole wide world, but lacking opposable thumbs, pens, and paper, he resorts to writing with nose daubs. Then, the evil woman comes home and erases his latest solution for world peace or the cure for cancer.

His book would be titled, "Eat, Shed Daub: One Misunderstood Dog's Message to the World." It would be a bestseller, I'm sure.