You can’t see it, though, because my camera is broken. This time I made every mistake I know, but the bread blew up beautifully and tastes wonderful. I have an idea that I made a couple of my classic mistakes more intelligently than usual. I don’t care to elaborate right now (I ended up doing long rises in the refrigerator rather than at room temperature - oops, elaboration), but I’ll come back with more thoughts after my next loaf, which should be made this weekend, since I’m probably taking the rest of this one to work.
Shelly smells like maple and sausage - so that’s normal. Ciaran smells like a memory of cappuccino.
Also, Ciaran’s tail is broken or bruised or something. It’s healing up very well and he still has feeling/mobility to the length of it. There’s a crook in it, now, about four inches from the base. That was hurting him earlier in the week, but it seems to be a non-issue, now. He doesn’t complain when I touch it, and it’s moving more or less like a tail - go figure. My big indicators are he still grooms it all the way to the end, it’s warm, and the end waves like grass in a gentle breeze. Any of that stops and I’ll worry.