It looks good, doesn't it? I was so proud when I took it out of the oven; nicely risen, interesting cracking along the surface, beautiful color—what could be wrong? I found out the next morning when I took my first chewy bite. I had *forgotten to add the salt.* For me taking a bite of a baked good that's missing salt is like trying to move a limb that has fallen asleep: the shock of the dead where one expected warm life. I'm starting over tonight. Let us never speak of this loaf again.
Friday, January 21, 2011
The horror...the horror...
It looks good, doesn't it? I was so proud when I took it out of the oven; nicely risen, interesting cracking along the surface, beautiful color—what could be wrong? I found out the next morning when I took my first chewy bite. I had *forgotten to add the salt.* For me taking a bite of a baked good that's missing salt is like trying to move a limb that has fallen asleep: the shock of the dead where one expected warm life. I'm starting over tonight. Let us never speak of this loaf again.
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