Okay, so I didn't make bread yesterday. I didn't even make a starter. But I did research the entire process, read through several baking sections of various cookbooks (James Beard on Bread! Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Vol. II by Julia! The Gift of Southern Cooking by Scott Peacock and Miss Edna Lewis! ) and got sucked into thinking maybe what I really wanted to bake was fresh apple cake with caramel sauce. Except then I'd be forced to eat, like, all of it, and that would be bad. Right?

So today's the day. It's still rainy, I got lots of chores done yesterday (the household things that had been languishing unaccomplished while I scrambled together a revised manuscript), and now all I have to do today is write (no sweat!) and bake some damn bread. Seriously. And since my chores yesterday involved a trip to the grocery store to buy bread flour, I now have no excuse. We'll see how it goes.

In the meantime, Stinger has a new blog up. He's so excited about it, he posted like nine times yesterday. I told him he'd better keep it in his pants today or he'd run out of things to say. He assures me that won't be an issue. Check him out; the blog is full of technobabble, but there are some funny posts in there, too.

Posted by Louisa Edwards at 7:55 AM