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Kinfolk makes a bread video. Of course it’s perfect.

MONKEY BREAD!

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Making monkey bread. 

Remember when I said I wouldn’t buy bread this summer? That I would make all the bread I eat?

You don’t?

Me neither.

Because I just bought some bagels.

WHATEVER

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Why do I make bread when all it ever brings me is grief?

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2:30 AM. Waiting for bread to come out of the oven.

I always mess up the timeline.

I knead in the morning, and it rises all day, and I mean to shape and bake around dinner time, but then something social always comes up, and I am faced with the age old dilemma: should I join my friends for dinner, or should I stay in and bake my bread? Then I realize how ridiculous that is, so I go out and eat and watch Lord of the Rings, and I am gone for too long, and upon my return I am greeted by a wrinkly, deflated dough that somehow never bounces back to its old self. It’s all very tragic and it’s very late and I’m tired.

When you punch down dough that’s been rising for a few hours and it smells like exquisite white wine—swoon!

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100% Whole Wheat Hearth Bread

This is the best whole wheat loaf I have ever made. I can say this because all my previous whole wheat loaves have pretty much sucked. They just don’t turn out right—at least one thing always goes wrong. But this. This Sexy Thing was perfect all the way through. From the kneading, to the rising, to the shaping, to the slashing, to the oven springing, to the perfect victorious crackling

Let’s be dramatic here: This loaf restored my faith in bread making. 

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SHE’S DONE!  

This loaf is the TARDIS to my Doctor. I’m calling it Sexy and loving it forever.

It’s been crackling for the last 15 minutes. Seriously, it’s like the sound of pop rocks bursting from under the crust. I am mesmerized.

Bread just brings so much joy to my life okay. 

OMG I just slashed this loaf and this is ~literally the most beautiful slash I’ve ever made. I was so afraid of doing it because I tend to push too hard with the knife and make my loaves deflate. So I was going around the kitchen fondling all the knives, fingering the edges, contemplating. And I picked the right one! I did! And I slashed the hell out of this loaf. I AM SO HAPPY.

My strongest inspiration came not from real bread but from images—images of a time and place when bread was the foundation of a meal and at the center of daily life. There is a painting of boaters gathered at a riverside table. At the head, a large crusty loaf held close to the heart is cut into wedges to commence the meal. This scene was painted a little more than a century ago in France, when a worker’s portion of bread was two pounds per day, and bread was on every table at mealtime. This was elemental bread that sustained generations. 

Chad Robertson, Tartine Bread

48 hours ago, my starter was on the train and it was this beautiful and bubbly. Now, it’s all flat and looks like shit. WHY DO I KEEP FAILING AT THIS DO I CODDLE MY YEASTIES TOO MUCH IS IT WRONG TO AERATE THEM SO OFTEN WHYYYY

So I wake up at 5 am to shape the bread

And 3/5 of my roommates are still awake and 2 other people are here to study with them, because we are the awake apartment. It also smells like a cafe in the kitchen. Haha. I enjoy dead/finals week solidarity, except it also makes me vomit.

Okay, back to sleep.