All well, I guess. We won’t know, until the sourdough loaf comes out of the oven tomorrow. There have been moments of anxiety – my “levain” floated nicely, when tested. Then I went back to doing something else, and when I returned, it had sunk.

And, much more interesting, at one point I found my hands uncomfortable. All instructions encourage you to work the dough with your hands. It contains nothing except flour, water, salt and fermentation. I think the point at which I had this sensation was after the initial kneading, when everything had been amalgamated and left to rest for a while. The reason this is interesting (at least, to me) is that Brad Leone – with whom I am in love – says at one point in his (not otherwise very useful)  sourdough program that his hands are “burning”.

I’ve watched a lot of sourdough on YouTube. No one else mentions this.

There are still a couple of hours to go, before I can put it in the refrigerator overnight and go to bed. The dough looks not unlike what I have seen on YouTube, and feels not unlike what I would expect – but will it rise?

We’ll know tomorrow.

A new New Yorker today. I enjoyed the article about Lionel Shriver. Should I subscribe to the Spectator in order to read her column? A book was mentioned which sounded interesting and I rushed over to Amazon and was crushingly told that I  already had it. I’ve done a bit of speed-reading and am not much enjoying it and glad I didn’t pay for it again. I’ve read “Kevin” (terrific) and the one about obesity and the one about brittle bones.

Whatever the fate of my sourdough, I would hope to have some knitting to report on tomorrow.