The wife is mildly annoyed. The kitchen is populated with utensils and bowls still clinging to their contents, crying out to be washed. The tension was almost palpable, the house quiet. The Asiago sourdough loaf had not turned out, now for the second time in a row.
It turns out making something so seemingly simple was in fact a complex process involving several weeks and I knew the frustration was mounting that all this effort may have been in vain. My lovely wife is exceedingly precise when it comes to her baking and I know she followed whatever recipe it was to a "T". But despite her best efforts so far, the chewy, cheesy sourdough goodness still eluded her.
I can't help but feel a bit powerless in moments like these, wanting to fix the problem but having no idea what to do. Google search turns up few helpful results. The interesting thing to me is that baking a cake seems to be an exercise in precision, and baking a loaf of bread is more of a "feel" type of thing. It felt like it needed more time in the oven. 30 minutes at 350F later and.... hey, not bad! Partial success at least, definitely flavorful but still a bit too dense. One more step on this "Breadventure!"
Well, now I must end this little blog, as I am being called upon to take out the trash, which as Bob Ross says "When I'm at home, the only thing I have power over is the garbage."
Author: The Husband