Last night I stepped into my zebra-stripe boots, cocked my purple fur cowboy hat to the side just so, and baked up some funky cinnamon bread. It was a stone cold groove, cat.
Actually, I didn’t like James Beard’s recipe very much. It was skewed for hand-kneading, so the flour amount was really imprecise, he used sugar instead of honey, and used a ton of yeast and salt. I modified everything a bit and it came out okay. It might have been one of the best smelling breads in the oven. Taste is good but not, as my wife sadly admits, as good as the heavenly sandwich bread.
Today is all about pictures, though, so enough gasbag exposition and on with the images.
Here's a closeup of the crust. Please ignore the creature shedding its carapace in the background.
Finally, the wheat sandwich bread. The crust did some weird stuff, I would bet from a little over-rising. Since then I've learned to ignore the advice to put the seam side up. I now put the smooth side up and cut a slit in the top to control expansion. It looks much prettier that way.
PS, Vox is infuriating when it comes to posting with pictures and getting everything correctly aligned. There is no preview function and apparently no way to get rid of the big gaps in this post. $#%@!