February 04, 2010

Bride's Braid, 2009

Filed under: The Black Arts
Bride's Braid: Rising
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Three different types of bread which will be halved - once risen - and each half will be braided together to form two separate loaves. Starting from left: cornmeal, white flour and whole wheat and molasses.

Bride's Braid: Rising II
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Three different types of bread which will be halved - once risen - and each half will be braided together to form two separate loaves. Starting from left: whole wheat and molasses, white flour and cornmeal.

Bride's Braid: Second Rising, Closer
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Risen once, deflated, rolled out, braided, shaped, risen again and now ready to bake.

Bride's Braid: Second Rising II
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Risen once, deflated, rolled out, braided, shaped, risen again and now ready to bake.

Bride's Braid: Second Rising
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Risen once, deflated, rolled out, braided, shaped, risen again and now ready to bake.

Bride's Braid: Baked
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One of the fucking fuses has gone which means I CAN'T TAKE MY SEMI-ARTY FOOD PICTURES. Until I get better natural light (OR UNTIL I GET SO FUCKING DESPERATE I ARRANGE THE LOAVES IN THE EFFING BATHTUB) this picture of the finished bread will have to do.

(YES, IT IS, IN FACT, AS GOOD AS IT LOOKS. DARE I SAY EVEN //TRIPLE// BETTER THAN IT LOOKS SINCE THERE ARE THREE DIFFERENT BREADS PRESENT IN THAT ONE LOAF.)

Bride's Braid: Sliced
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Sliced and ready to serve.

Bride's Braid: Last Loaf
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Fluorescent light doesn't lend any sort of kindness to photography, but when you're nocturnal in Scotland (especially during winter) you either suck it up, or get off your lazy ass and create some sort of lightbox. (Guess which option I've been engaging in for nearly two years?)

Bride's Braid: Last Loaf II
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Fluorescent light doesn't lend any sort of kindness to photography, but when you're nocturnal in Scotland (especially during winter) you either suck it up, or get off your lazy ass and create some sort of lightbox. (Guess which option I've been engaging in for nearly two years?)