I took a long weekend this week.

Veterans Day.

I didn’t plan on doing much besides baking. I baked a lot, about 21 loaves over the weekend.

There were some missteps and failures but currently most of them turned out all right.

Besides the typical sourdough hearth style bread, I made a brioche and attempted to try a Hokkaido Milk Bread.

I fucked up on the milk bread and I haven’t even shaped it. I should have left it out on the counter for a couple of hours last night or overnight to proof, but I stuck it right into the refrigerator instead.

I took it out this morning and hope, just fucking hope, that it’ll proof. Or maybe I just killed the yeast with the warm butter and tongzhang.

I don’t know, but I do hope that it works. I don’t care if it turns out tasty, I just want it to just fucking rise so I can fucking do something with it.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Bread. That’s my weekend. Carbs. That’s my weekend.

I plan on doing what I did the last few times when I baked to practice, which is to wrap it all up and give them away at work or to whomever wants it. I’ll drop a loaf or two off to the homeless guy, but other hopefully I’ll be able to get rid of all of them.

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Research.

I’ve been looking over Hokkaido Milk Bread recipes, trying to figure out what I did wrong.

What I did wrong was that I didn’t follow directions and plus the blog I was following was just fucking wrong. The blogger wrote that after I mixed the dough, wrap it up and then put it in the fridge overnight, which is what I did.

But, no. Everywhere else that I’ve read, let it proof for about two hours before putting it in the fridge. If I did that, I wouldn’t be where I am now, hoping, praying, that the damn dough will fucking rise.

But there’s always next week to try it out again.

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Thanksgiving will be here in about a week and a half.

Like every year, I was invited to Robert’s party at Great Uncles and like the last few years, I had planned on not going and just doing a feast at home.

The problem was I never thought about what I was going to cook.

But then, Sister called me up and invited me up to her place for Thanksgiving. It’s hard to say no sometimes, so I agreed.

I guess it has been a long whiles since I’ve gone, so might as well.

Might as well indeed.

I guess in a way, I just wanted to fill my November with a small trip, even though it is up to family. It just means that I’ve made a trip every month since April, which isn’t too bad. Actually, I made a lot of small trips this year, starting in March with that wedding in Sacramento.

Not too bad at all.

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