Well, I finally did it. Four baking sessions later, and I finally found the perfect sourdough loaf… it’s got the flavor I was looking for, but it’s also soft. Like, soft enough that you can use it for sandwiches. And it doesn’t crumble.
Having finally found THE ONE, I sent the recipe to my mom for both the starter and the bread so that she could go to town.
When I was a kid, my family would go to this little restaurant in town (the only one for a while) and have dinner together… usually with my grandmother in tow, too, after her weekly hair appointment. The food was good, home-cooked food… you could get a cheeseburger if you wanted one, and I probably got one quite a bit at first, but I think I remember that my go-to was the grilled cheese and french fries. Anyway, the woman who owned it baked pies and sold slices in the store. Big, heaping, meringue-covered pies along with fruit pies… my favorite was her peanut butter meringue. I had a slice every single week until I went to college.
The restaurant closed several years ago, and she retired. No one took it over, so the recipes were, I thought, lost forever. But, never being satisfied with the word “no” I decided to try to hack it back in the mid-2000’s… and after a few flops and failures, I finally figured it out. I don’t make it often… it’s really more or less for special occasions or when I need some comfort food… but I figured COVID and the social isolation I’ve been doing for a really long time now is as good a reason to make one as any (and I happened to have a spare pie crust).
That was exactly the comfort food I needed.
Anyway, enough about food. In other news:
My county back home saw its first COVID death. I didn’t know the man, but my father taught with him back toward the beginning of his career. The man was in a nursing home, and I hear that several other patients there (and some of the staff) have also contracted it, though the other person there that I know seems to be getting over it now.
My parents still do not leave their house for any reason except to get pre-ordered groceries, which they now just let them load into the car. They don’t even roll down the windows to say that substitutions are okay. Given dad’s asthma, that’s really the best move, I think, even though I know it is hard for them to be away from the grandkids.
My family is still healthy. I have a slight, dry cough and had a small fever, but I don’t think it’s COVID… probably more to do with allergies or a sinus infection since it’s accompanied by sneezing and seems to be fine if I take Benadryl. I haven’t asked to be tested, but, then, I haven’t been around anyone or done anything and I am certainly not sick enough to warrant a trip to the doctor.
The curfew in Hillsborough County got rescinded, and the mask addendum did not pass. I bought some masks but they aren’t here yet (with my luck they’ll probably get delivered after this whole thing is over), so I try to move quickly through grocery stores if/when I have to be there. For the record, I don’t understand why people have now decided that wearing a masks makes you invincible in places like the grocery store. Like, when this thing first got started, people were moving through those lanes like I’d not seen… well.. ever. Then the masks came out and now, people who wear them meander through the aisles like it’s really a life and death decision about whether they want the original flavored fruit snacks or the tropical ones. Or they stand there texting. Or reading Facebook. Or whatever they do. I really want to scream, “DON’T YOU PEOPLE KNOW THAT YOUR MASK IS NOT A FUCKING SHIELD??!!” as I walk through the grocery, but I don’t.
Stuff I’m Celebrating:
- Pie. And homemade sandwich bread.
- The first of the pre-ordered Baby Yoda (okay, okay, The Child) arrived. He is fabulous.
- I was one of the lucky ones, when the Build a Bear ones got released, and managed to get one of the Baby Yoda toys before they sold out. I mean, it is probably going to be months before I actually see him in person, but I am congratulating myself on my ability to move on that quickly. So yes… I “secured the asset.”
- Also, my fiance is a professional photographer with commercial experience. That means photos of the food I make are usually well staged and of professional quality (as long as he’s here when I am making them)… even if taken on an iPhone. That also means that my portfolio updates don’t have to have a massive pause button even though the rest of the rest of the world has basically stopped moving… we’ll be turning my apartment into a photo studio soon.