I tried to make baguettes again today. It was a disaster. Definitely
not a culinary triumph. I followed the recipe exactly, but instead of getting long loaves of bread, I got squashed, flat breads that both tasted and looked weird. Brandt took one taste and deemed them inedible. I couldn't have agreed more. I wanted to have them hot and crunchy with the black bean soup I made for dinner, but it was not to be. This was the second time I have tried, and this time was even worse than the last/first. I wrote a note in the cookbook that said, "Don't ever try to make these again. Go to the French bakery and buy them, or do without."
Here's the thing, though. I bought a baguette loaf pan, Brandt loves it, and the French bakery is on the other side of the valley, not exactly a walk or even short drive away. And all too often when I go, there are no baguettes left. I don't think I had enough flour this time, so I think I might try again. On a day when I'm feeling particularly positive about life in the kitchen.
What the baguettes are supposed to look like.
How mine turned out.
Looks hopeless, doesn't it?
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