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Oct. 8th, 2006 03:29 pmTADAA!
I am making bread. Without a machine for the first time in....*counts* ten years. I don't even have a mixer. I've kneaded it and now it's rising in an oiled bowl and I can't stop myself, I keep going and peering through the glass to see if it's rising (it is). Also I put some rosemary in the oil. And when the dough done riz, I am going to make bao-zi. Kind of.
The recipe I'm using is for bao-zi dough, which is Chinese in origin, possibly Chinese-American, I'm not sure. It's sweetish dough that is stuffed with a meat or savoury veggie mixture and then steamed as buns instead of baked.
The most common fillings are roast bbq beef or savoury pork, at least in the US, but I'm stuffing half with cheese and spaghetti meat sauce I had left over from the other night and half with a ground-beef mixture I'm going to concoct. Green onions will be involved.
And of course I will also stuff a few buns with chopped up candy bars. Because as long as it's wrapped in carbohydrate of some kind, there's nothing a Briton can't do to a candy bar. In this case, the most perfect candy bar ever invented, the Hundred-Grand.
I'm sure it's just lethargy, but I'm really glad that 90% of breadmaking is "let rise 3 hours" because I'm fucking knackered. There's no reason to be, I went to bed before midnight and got up at six-thirty, so I got at least a solid seven hours. I've been in the whole day, cleaning and cooking and writing, it's not like I went out and ran a marathon. But I'm nodding off over the computer, and even the idea of summoning the energy to put shoes on so I can go outside makes me want to crawl under the blankets and hide. Which is a shame, because it's a lovely day out.
It's possible that it's a bit of hysterical flu. When I woke up this morning I was certain I was sick; I was chilled and nauseated, but it passed as soon as I got in the shower. It wouldn't be all that strange, considering all the stuff I could use illness to avoid. :D Tomorrow I have to phone some more temp agencies and start collating all the jobsearch stuff I've assembled, and that scares the living shit out of me. I'm a damn hard worker and I like working but I really don't like interviewing.
On second thought...the apartment is radiator-heated and there are no vents of any kind, but that gas stove is kind of old.
*mail-orders a carbon monoxide detector*
I am making bread. Without a machine for the first time in....*counts* ten years. I don't even have a mixer. I've kneaded it and now it's rising in an oiled bowl and I can't stop myself, I keep going and peering through the glass to see if it's rising (it is). Also I put some rosemary in the oil. And when the dough done riz, I am going to make bao-zi. Kind of.
The recipe I'm using is for bao-zi dough, which is Chinese in origin, possibly Chinese-American, I'm not sure. It's sweetish dough that is stuffed with a meat or savoury veggie mixture and then steamed as buns instead of baked.
The most common fillings are roast bbq beef or savoury pork, at least in the US, but I'm stuffing half with cheese and spaghetti meat sauce I had left over from the other night and half with a ground-beef mixture I'm going to concoct. Green onions will be involved.
And of course I will also stuff a few buns with chopped up candy bars. Because as long as it's wrapped in carbohydrate of some kind, there's nothing a Briton can't do to a candy bar. In this case, the most perfect candy bar ever invented, the Hundred-Grand.
I'm sure it's just lethargy, but I'm really glad that 90% of breadmaking is "let rise 3 hours" because I'm fucking knackered. There's no reason to be, I went to bed before midnight and got up at six-thirty, so I got at least a solid seven hours. I've been in the whole day, cleaning and cooking and writing, it's not like I went out and ran a marathon. But I'm nodding off over the computer, and even the idea of summoning the energy to put shoes on so I can go outside makes me want to crawl under the blankets and hide. Which is a shame, because it's a lovely day out.
It's possible that it's a bit of hysterical flu. When I woke up this morning I was certain I was sick; I was chilled and nauseated, but it passed as soon as I got in the shower. It wouldn't be all that strange, considering all the stuff I could use illness to avoid. :D Tomorrow I have to phone some more temp agencies and start collating all the jobsearch stuff I've assembled, and that scares the living shit out of me. I'm a damn hard worker and I like working but I really don't like interviewing.
On second thought...the apartment is radiator-heated and there are no vents of any kind, but that gas stove is kind of old.
*mail-orders a carbon monoxide detector*
