We’ve all had days where we get to the end of it and wonder if the moon was out of alignment. Yesterday was like that for me. Lots of wacky stuff seemed to happen and it was highlighted by two encounters with two gentlemen around 80 years old. Maybe highlighted is too positive a word.
It started just before work when I was dashing across the street to get breakfast and the first guy stopped his little transit van, rolled down the window, and yelled out that I was a beautiful lady. Since he didn’t say I was a broad or chick or something I smiled and said thank you. As I was waiting for the bagel I started texting my husband about it. Then I looked up. There was the guy, arms wide, beaming at me. He calls across the store how beautiful I am. Things are starting to get awkward. But I figured be nice because maybe he’s not all there. I smiled again and said thank you. He took my hand and started kissing it. Oh boy. I wished him a nice day and headed out. But he followed me. Kept saying over and over I’m beautiful then he started saying he loves me. Hell of a way to kill a compliment. As I pulled out in my car I looked across the street and he was still there waving! He literally parked his car and followed me into the store.
A few hours later I was up front at work and another guy comes in wanting to have a walk in appointment. He looked at the photos on the wall. Now admittedly I have a photo up there that was done by a professional that is several years old. It still looks like me though. He declares he wants to sit with Virginia Payne. Keep in mind I have a name tag on plus that is a picture of me. I said that is me and unfortunately I don’t have time for a walk in. He said that’s not you. Yes it is. Not it’s not, it doesn’t look anything like you. Well thanks, I said. Then he doubles down and said the photo looks better you should keep it. What on earth?
And that was my day in a nutshell.
A few weeks ago we were having a potluck with friends and I made mini sliders with my pulled pork recipe. My sister gave my husband a book for Christmas called “The New Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day” I found this really intriguing. How can you have decent bread? The five minutes is a bit of a misnomer but not far off. The cool thing about this book is that there are a lot of recipes that take minimal effort for decent results. And if you are wary of trying to bake bread, this would be a good place to start.
I chose the master recipe for the boule. In a clear container that has a lid add 680 grams of lukewarm water and 10 grams of yeast.
Add 20 grams of kosher salt. Then add 910 grams of all purpose flour.
Mix the ingredients until the flour is completely incorporated.
No kneading required! Goes completely against everything I believe with bread making. But I was trusting the recipe. Cover loosely with the lid or with cling film. Set it on the counter for a few hours to rise. It needs to rise then begin to collapse.
Pop it into the fridge at least 3 hours though you can have in the fridge overnight. Preheat the oven to 450F/230C. Shape the bread into balls about 2in/5cm in diameter. The trick here is not to overwork the dough. This takes 20 to 40 seconds. Snip a cross into the top and let rest 30-45 minutes.
Because these are small rolls they only need to be baked 15-20 minutes. When you put them into the oven add about a cup of ice to a cast iron container that is below the baking sheet. This will add the steam necessary for a nice crust.
Slice in half, add the pulled pork with shredded cheese and red onion that has been marinated in apple cider vinegar. These are a little messy so not for dressy parties but for casual get togethers these are perfect.