Once again, I put the shaped bread (caraway rye bread from Rose Levy Beranbaum’s Bread Bible) into the fridge overnight and baked it very early the next morning when the outside (and inside) temperatures were much cooler. Leaving most of the lights turned off adds to the mystique (not so good for picture taking though).
I must say that I’m beginning to see the attraction of getting up ridiculously early (I think that 6:00 is ridiculously early anyway) to bake bread in order to have the oven on and off before it gets too hot outside.
It’s so quiet! I love being able to hear the clock ticking and birds singing.
And the aroma!!
Did I hear someone whisper “Reuben sandwich”??