The second half of a loaf of no-knead bread, made start to finish yesterday in about two hours.
This one was a success.
On the other hand . . .
As Judy was working in a frigid garage this morning getting her sale organized for the weekend, I was rampaging through the pantry looking for ingredients for a pot of soup.
I originally had a hearty potato soup in mind but didn't find the proper ingredients.
Then I was examining a quart of miso broth we've had forever.
Then as I was fondling a package of beans for 15-bean soup, SWMBO came in and began offering instructions.
After boiling and draining the beans and throwing them in the slow cooker with a chopped up onion and some celery and some pieces left over from a ham awhile back I topped them all with water.
Too much water, according to Judy.
There are beans down there, underneath all that floating onion and celery and ham.
They'll cook, as Judy put it, "forever" and maybe eventually, some day, we'll have bean soup.
So it goes.
I try.
God knows, I try.
