May 17, 2011

Ciabatta

Ciabatta

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We couldn't have asked for more beautiful bread. All pocked and crisp. They sang as they cooled.

Roberto held the sheet pan over the sink while I sprayed the loaves.

That's good. That's enough.

A little bit more.

That's ENOUGH.

Okay. That's good.

Satisfied, I opened the oven door and in went the loaves. Two at a time.

Because it would be silly for us to make just one and if we're going to make two we might as well make four.

And so it went.

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For the Birds

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These are delicious. Perfect, actually. To be honest, though, they could be a bit dryer.

Yeah.

I know what the difference is. I weighed the flour. I'm not going to weigh the flour anymore.

You don't need to weigh the flour.

All one needs is instinct.

9 comments:

  1. Recipe Tracy, please :)

    I promise I won't weigh the flour.

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  2. Those look perfect. As in bread perfection.

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  3. Do you have a spare room? I am moving in!

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  4. Your ciabatta looks wonderful! I like your note about weighing ingredients. It's supposed to be the most precise way to write and follow a recipe. Precise just isn't my thing.

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  5. Your instincts are spot on, so no more weighing. Nevertheless, these look gorgeous and delicious.

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  6. Yes to instinct. I hadn't realize that throwing messy handfulls of flour into the bowl qualified!

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  7. Such gorgeous loaves, Tracy. I love that you and your man work together in the kitchen. It's so companionable and makes me smile. :-)

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  8. beautiful ciabatta! and serendipity! my friend Maggie tells me she has perfected her ciabatta recipe, and I plan to visit her in the country next week to make a batch. uncertain if she is a flour-weigher or not. (I'm a not.)

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