I brought a big mug of hot tea to bed with me. This could become a habit.
Rebecca and I baked a couple sourdough boules today from our own sourdough starter. The starter has been living for over a month now, and bread from it is starting to exhibit that characteristic sourdough flavor. We let it rise practically all weekend, and it developed a nice, chewy crumb with a hard, tough crust. Delicious.
We—mostly Rebecca, I was pretty tired—solved a sudoku puzzle together this evening.
