Well bread, indeed!
Today I had a little moment. Not one of my best, I confess.
I set out to make a loaf of bread. Nothing very exciting in that. I use a no-knead recipe on a fairly regular basis, and turn out satisfactory loaves, with seeds and or fruit. A little wholemeal. Just so.
This time, though, something went awry. I’m not going into great detail, but, suffice to say that one loaf worth of dough turned into three loaves worth of dough.
It could happen to anyone . . .
Anyone at all.
Bread tins
I’ll come back to that.
Having so much dough to deal with, made me glad that I’d had the luck and foresight to rescue two bread tins that came, originally from the Bakery in Beechworth that used to supply Mayday Hills Mental Asylum with its bread.
Either that, or they belonged to the Asylum, I can’t quite recall which.
My father (George Prem) worked as a Cook in the Asylum Kitchen for many years, and at some point he came across these tins. I believe there may have been several dozen of them disposed of, in all, and he got his hands on a number of them.
There were singles, and doubles and triples. There were short, and there were long.
George collected a quantity of each size and promptly located them in his workshop to hold brass plumbing fittings, bolts and other odds and ends to support his unofficial part-time role as town handyman and unlicensed plumber.
Tin Rescue
Over time, George stopped doing the more manual work and increasingly focused on clock restoration and repairs – another self-taught role in which he became the local go-to man.
The old workshop needed a lot of clearing up and Leanne and I had a crack at it. In the process we noticed these groups of tins. Coincidentally, I was just starting to work out how to cook up a loaf of bread.
Two tins please. Nicely scrubbed, thank you.
So. What happened to today’s dough?
Well, every day is a new challenge. Always, there is risk.
I didn’t take a picture, but should have, to show the sheer quantity of dough – it was massive.
It rose and rose, until I thought it might try to take over the kitchen. I whacked it, and I smacked it, a bit. There was stickiness. There was mess. True.
It rose again – see above description. Visualise Frank attacking with a wooden spoon.
My two rescued tins weren’t quite enough. I had to call in a ringer for the overflow.
I’m pretty happy with that.
More delight than disaster.
I’m very grateful for my rescued tins.
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These tins look fabulous. The bread does too. What recipe do you use?
P.S. I have two old bread tins that I love.
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Thanks Peggy. I’ll post it tomorrow.
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A great story about the tins, Frank
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Thanks Derrick. When I’m there next I’ll take pics of the range of what’s there, and post.
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Those bread tins look to be of industrial strength! Of course, I’m very curious to know what went awry with the dough.
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I think I was abducted by aliens and they messed with my head.
Good result though. Very nice eating bread, it turned out to be.
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My bread disasters are in the opposite direction: bricks to build a wall with.
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hehehe I can do that, too, Liz.
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The wild yeasts got in there, I reckon. Lots of ’em.
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It was a stampede of em. Yup.
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A very fortunate mistake, Frank. The loaves look delicious. Those bread tins look super too.
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It turned out OK, Tra y.
They’re marvellous tins. I came across a whole bunch of them at the rubbish dump the other day. Should have grabbed them, perhaps. I’ll probably keep and use in some way all of dad’;s collection.
Can’t see myself tossing them.
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Those tins look like they could outlast you, Frank. A myriad of uses apart from the obvious one. đŸ™‚
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I think they will, Tracy. We’ll rescue what we can, I think. Find uses for them.
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Today I am really busy. I got to get back to you Frank. I love to bake levian bread. We can talk yes?
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I’m strictly amateur, I have to admit. Just one recipe with accidental variations for me.
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Nice to see the home-made bread featuring, again. Now, how about a poem on the unruly dough?
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LOL. OK. Here you go, Mick:
there are things
you do not
wish
to know
like
how did the flour
triple
in the dough
concentrate
if you will
instead
on the wondrous quality
of the bread
~
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Splendid, Frank!
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Yum
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Thank you, Ruth. It’s nice eating.
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They look delicious!
On Thu, May 14, 2020, 12:31 AM Frank Prem Poetry wrote:
> Frank Prem posted: ” Well bread, indeed! Today I had a little moment. Not > one of my best, I confess. I set out to make a loaf of bread. Nothing very > exciting in that. I use a no-knead recipe on a fairly regular basis, and > turn out satisfactory loaves, with seeds and o” >
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They’re a good result, Cheryl. Accidental perfection.
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A great job, Frank. I love making bread. I tried a new honey and pumpkin seed wholewheat bread recipe yesterday and it was delicious.
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Thanks Robbie. That sounds lovely. I’m strictly amateur in my efforts.
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I would eat some of that bread. Love the tins!
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Wish I could send some across, Anne. It’s a nice set of loaves.
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Thanks for the offer.đŸ™‚
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