A while
back I sent my brother-in-law a link to a recipe for 24 hour bread. I have made
this bread quite a few times now and except for that one time that I forgot it
was in the oven for twenty minutes, it has always turned out. Oh, and it is
delicious! Last night, Louise and her brother were chatting on facebook and he
wanted some more details about baking the bread.
Everything
about the recipe is pretty easy, but the thing you absolutely can't do without
is a cast iron Dutch oven. An enamelled pot is better, but I don't have a few
hundred to spend on one of those. To tell the truth, until I saw this recipe I
didn't have any use for the Dutch oven I had other than baking beans once a
year or if I needed a heavy weight when I was gluing a panel down. It looks
pretty cool too and one year I might set up a Stampede display using it as a
centre piece. If our technological society breaks down and we revert back to
the hunter-gatherer stage, whoever kills me and ransacks my home will have a
very useful cooking utensil.
The pot
was a sticking point for Mike. He doesn't have a cast iron pot and somehow I
doubt he will rush right out and buy one. You can't use a crock pot liner for
this as it is not intended to get very hot and will explode. You might be able
to get away with a lighter pot, but I just don't know how it would turn out. I
did a little research and it turns out that you can actually bake bread in a
crock pot. Just not this bread.
It never
occurred to me that Mike wouldn't have a Dutch oven. Now that I think about it,
why would he have a Dutch oven? They aren't what you would call standard
kitchen fare and unless he regularly goes on trail rides, the pot is useless.
The reason I have one is that I was involved in Scouting when Brendan was
younger and there was a dessert we made with fifteen charcoal brickettes a cake
mix and a can of pie filling. I never used my Dutch oven for the scouts, they
already had one, but I saw it in a garage sale and couldn't resist it. I
thought that I might be the one ransacking homes when our society collapsed and
would need a large pot for cooking rabbits and squirrels.
I was
just trying to figure out if I spelt "brickettes" correctly. It just
doesn't look right to me, maybe one "T"? If ever a word looked like
it should be wearing barrettes and ribbons, this is it. Man up charcoal!
I am
something of a hoarder. I like to think of myself as a collector without any
specific interest or dedication, but truth be told I am a hoarder. I have spent
a lifetime of collecting odd stuff that caught my eye and consequently there
aren’t too many things that I don't have at least one of. I have a special
measuring tape (without numbers) to tell which bocce ball is closest to the
pallino (small white ball). I don't play bocce as a rule, but if I ever do and
there is a measurement needed, I will be properly equipped. Suffice to say that
I have a houseful of crap that rarely or never gets used, but just may at some
time in the future.
I think I will keep my eyes peeled for another cast iron Dutch oven in my rounds of the second hand stores. We will be driving out to
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Briquettes
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