I brought a firm starter with me on a visit to my mom's for the weekend and baked bread in a much better oven on a much denser stone. And I really thought the bread was going to be my best ever. It baked into two beautiful boules.
But... as soon as I took the first bite (just as the second boule was finishing in the oven), I realized I had made the most fatal of errors. My tongue writhed and retracted to the back of my mouth and my heart sank, because, yes, you guessed it, I forgot to add salt. One of just four ingredients, and it slipped my mind. I don't even want to talk about it.
notes for next time:
-use brain
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