Throughout my life, I'm slowing ticking off things that are on my bucket list. Most of them are food and travel related and one of the items I have been trying to master is how to make the fluffiest, lightest, crispiest focaccia. You know the kind that you get in some restaurants where the bread is so soft with enormous air bubbles. I've tried plenty of times and while they've been decent they haven't been that pillowy soft sponge but then one day I was lucky enough to be taught how to make this incredible bread.
The woman that taught me how to make it was Gili Gold from Bake Bar in Sydney, an organic artisan bakery that is located in Randwick, Double Bay and Alexandria. Long time readers will remember that she also taught me how to make gluten free hot cross buns (and they were awesome and actually bread-like). Gili's passion really does show through when she talks about how she develops recipes. Originally from Russia and growing up in Israel her grandmother used to make cakes, pastries and baked goods. A lot of her items have flavours like za'atar and on Saturdays she also makes Russian rye loaves but the rest of the menu is regular sourdough, salads, sandwiches and coffees as well as a help yourself cabinet of pastries.
The method to this focaccia is unusual too and when reading through it I realised that all of my experiments to find the ultimate fluffy focaccia bread were doomed as I was heading in the wrong direction. I was adding too much yeast in the hopes of getting those big bubbles and I was adding oil into my dough. A regular amount of yeast is necessary for a focaccia but what it has is a high amount of water and you knead the dough for a total of 17 minutes slowly adding in more water towards the end! It's a similar method to brioche dough except instead of butter we use water.
Speaking of failed experiments, for the last 6 months I've been trying to try to get Mr NQN to be a more organised. This is only as far as putting away laundry. I was certain he adhered to the adage that if you do a bad job at something, people will never ask you to do it again. Every time he put away the laundry, no matter how many times I explained what of mine went in which drawer I'd find socks in the wrong drawer, bras and underwear wedged in with pyjamas and I don't know about you but sometimes I need a particular bra for a particular outfit and I would mind myself silently cursing while riffling through my drawers. "What are my socks doing here?" I'd mutter sorting them from the bras.
"I'm going to show him," I said to myself. So for the next 6 months I decided to put the laundry away. Except this time I would put his things in all different drawers. I'm pretty sure I even let out an evil cackle at some stage, I can't be sure (that's what happens when you work from home by yourself, you become truly weird). I was sure that at some stage he'd be as equally frustrated and wonder why his things were no longer in an easy to find order.
And you know what?
He didn't even notice. Not a single complaint. Not a peep. Experiment fail. 0 points to me. I think I'll stick with food experimentation...
So tell me Dear Reader, is there a recipe you'd like to perfect? Maybe I can help! And any tips on the laundry thing?
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