Neither turned out well enough to post about in full, but I’ll keep trying.
This bread was the first time I followed a recipe from this immense volume; a volume that has only ever served as a reference to me before. I was surprised at how simple it is to make bread. And even though my dough didn’t quite rise as much as it was supposed to, biting into this bread warm out of the oven literally took my breath away.
And the February challenge has been met. Homemade gnocchi, baby. But I didn’t have a ricer, so I mashed these with a fork. Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to mashed potatoes, my family’s beliefs are deeply entrenched in camp-ricer. I own 3. But they are all back at my parents’ home, gathering dust on my closet shelves. If you look closely, you can see the chunks in the middle of some of these little potato pillows, which would not have happened if 1) I was not lazy and had just mashed the potatoes thoroughly, or 2) had a ricer to do the job right in the first place. But I enjoyed the process, and learned a couple of things for the next time…and you can bet there will be a next time.
I know I haven’t posted recipes for you to follow, but if you haven’t tried either of these from scratch before, do take the time. Watching each of these take shape in your own hands is so worth it.