Where do you bakers proof your bread? Mine is in the car........
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desertculinary
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Two places...
I have two spots I like - we have a cabinet above the refrigerator that stays pretty warm and is free from any drafts. If not there, I turn the light on in the oven for about 20 minutes and place the dough inside. It usually keeps it around 75 to 80 degrees in the oven this way. I don't turn the oven on though, just the light!
I have two spots I like - we have a cabinet above the refrigerator that stays pretty warm and is free from any drafts. If not there, I turn the light on in the oven for about 20 minutes and place the dough inside. It usually keeps it around 75 to 80 degrees in the oven this way. I don't turn the oven on though, just the light!
I loved your entry on the F&W pork tenderloin recipe and your picture was better than the mag's.
http://desertculinary.blogspot.com/2009/03/garlic-potatoes-and-pork-tenderloin.html
http://desertculinary.blogspot.com/2009/03/garlic-potatoes-and-pork-tenderloin.html
I've put a boiling water in the microwave, then the dough. Also, warmed the oven to 200 for 5 min
shut off, finished kneading, then add the dough. Oven is cooled down, but still warmer than normal.
If you have a gas stove, the pilot light is good enough for dough and making yogurt.
shut off, finished kneading, then add the dough. Oven is cooled down, but still warmer than normal.
If you have a gas stove, the pilot light is good enough for dough and making yogurt.
Learning: Do not proof while dog sitting.....Yesterday, I was so proud of myself w/ todays economy
of finding something different to use my about to expire cottage cheese. I found Randi's rec: for Herbed cottage cheese bread. Was up for the challenge, and substituted basically any and all italian seasonings that I have in the closet, then added some hot chili flakes. I am not a baker, so just kind of was winging it..(ie first proof, while looked gorgeous was much longer than 45 minutes...I was busy and forgot about it...)
Side bar...I am dog sitting. My mom and dad's baby...10 lb lil bichon/westie mix. She discovered the bread while just about finished with the second proof. I was pre-heating the oven late last night, only to discover that she ate one loaf!!
Vet (Known for many, many years) said go directly to the overnight animerge. They discussed stomach surgery, concerns about her heart and pancreas if it continues to proof....Very scary!
All worked out OK in the end. They pumped her stomach. (Poor thing!) No surgery req'd. I was beside myself thinking how I can explain this to my parents if there was a bad outcome. I was up the entire night, watching her to make sure she was breathing. Very scary.....
She is OK today, a lil tired, and sluggish, but OK. SO....Learnings:
- Randi's bread smelled wonderful, and is really easy
- Daisy (Dog) loved the uncooked bread
- When proofing, make sure that there is NO way that an animal can discover it. (I love Joanie's idea re: car)
-And lastly, most importantly....Here, I was feeling economically savy, by using about to expire cottage cheese, and ended up paying hundreds to have her stomach pumped!!!
No Proofing at doggie level!
of finding something different to use my about to expire cottage cheese. I found Randi's rec: for Herbed cottage cheese bread. Was up for the challenge, and substituted basically any and all italian seasonings that I have in the closet, then added some hot chili flakes. I am not a baker, so just kind of was winging it..(ie first proof, while looked gorgeous was much longer than 45 minutes...I was busy and forgot about it...)
Side bar...I am dog sitting. My mom and dad's baby...10 lb lil bichon/westie mix. She discovered the bread while just about finished with the second proof. I was pre-heating the oven late last night, only to discover that she ate one loaf!!
Vet (Known for many, many years) said go directly to the overnight animerge. They discussed stomach surgery, concerns about her heart and pancreas if it continues to proof....Very scary!
All worked out OK in the end. They pumped her stomach. (Poor thing!) No surgery req'd. I was beside myself thinking how I can explain this to my parents if there was a bad outcome. I was up the entire night, watching her to make sure she was breathing. Very scary.....
She is OK today, a lil tired, and sluggish, but OK. SO....Learnings:
- Randi's bread smelled wonderful, and is really easy
- Daisy (Dog) loved the uncooked bread
- When proofing, make sure that there is NO way that an animal can discover it. (I love Joanie's idea re: car)
-And lastly, most importantly....Here, I was feeling economically savy, by using about to expire cottage cheese, and ended up paying hundreds to have her stomach pumped!!!
No Proofing at doggie level!
desertjean
Well-known member
I still prefer it long and slow in the fridge.
The longer the proof time the better developed the flavors. It also lets me time the dough to meet my schedule rather than working around the dough's schedule.
The longer the proof time the better developed the flavors. It also lets me time the dough to meet my schedule rather than working around the dough's schedule.
I am with joanietoo. I have not used a special warm place to proof my bread in ages. . .
I use cold water/liquid to make the dough and let it rise at room temp all day (during the winter), punching it down at least 1 or two times. I bake in the evening, while I am watching a movie. Much more relaxed for me, much better tasting bread for us.
A BIG plus to proofing is long and slow is that the bread doesn't taste like sawdust AND it keeps fresh for more than a day.
I use cold water/liquid to make the dough and let it rise at room temp all day (during the winter), punching it down at least 1 or two times. I bake in the evening, while I am watching a movie. Much more relaxed for me, much better tasting bread for us.
A BIG plus to proofing is long and slow is that the bread doesn't taste like sawdust AND it keeps fresh for more than a day.
dawn_mo
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That same thing almost happened to me. I left dough proofing on the counter while I went to pick
up kids or something, and I realized I left dough sitting on the counter. Then I imagined my counter-surfing dogs eating all the dough, then it expanding, etc. I was a wreck by the time I got home, but thankfully, there it was sitting on the counter undisturbed. Whew!!!
up kids or something, and I realized I left dough sitting on the counter. Then I imagined my counter-surfing dogs eating all the dough, then it expanding, etc. I was a wreck by the time I got home, but thankfully, there it was sitting on the counter undisturbed. Whew!!!
richard-in-cincy
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Depends on what I am doing...
if I'm busy, the dough goes into the fridge. Amazing resource. If I'm at home, I have moist colonies in the oven (which I preheated).
if I'm busy, the dough goes into the fridge. Amazing resource. If I'm at home, I have moist colonies in the oven (which I preheated).
Jasper The Dog -- saw this a few months ago and laughed until I cried so had to save it....
This is hilarious!
Those of you who have/had animals will probably appreciate it more. It is a story that is hilarious in itself and the person that wrote it is a good writer and made the story even better. Enjoy...
We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.
Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress.
Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time.
I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.
I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment.
I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for a few hours. Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven.
It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated.
I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.
God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.
We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.
He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.
His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured
another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12
hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and
that he was indeed drunk.
He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.
Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day.
My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took off.
Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.
Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.
Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something.
Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was no exception.
Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.
This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure.
We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.
Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house.
I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume.
I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.
And how was your day?
This is hilarious!
Those of you who have/had animals will probably appreciate it more. It is a story that is hilarious in itself and the person that wrote it is a good writer and made the story even better. Enjoy...
We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.
Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress.
Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time.
I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.
I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment.
I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for a few hours. Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven.
It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated.
I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.
God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.
We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.
He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.
His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured
another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12
hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and
that he was indeed drunk.
He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.
Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day.
My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took off.
Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.
Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.
Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something.
Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was no exception.
Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.
This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure.
We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.
Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house.
I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume.
I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.
And how was your day?
I think it's from this blog called the Fresh loaf.
http://www.thefreshloaf.com/recipes/buttermilkcluster
http://www.thefreshloaf.com/recipes/buttermilkcluster