A brick, with notes
The same recipe I have baked two hundred times came out dense, pale and flat. The kitchen was 16 °C and I followed the clock instead of the dough.
Older notes, page 6
The everyday loaf, written down properly
The plain sourdough I bake most weeks, at 75% hydration with 10% wholemeal, finally recorded in percentages so I stop reconstructing it from memory.
Morris, and a rye starter filmed by someone else
My starter is older than some of my cutlery and I have never once watched it rise. Someone on Wikimedia Commons filmed theirs for ten hours.
Jupiter, Mars, and a red spot I could not quite see
Two planets high in the January sky, Mars just past opposition, and a NASA clip that shows what my 70 mm refractor could only hint at.
Quadrantids from the back step, and the first loaf of the year
An hour before dawn on the fourth of January, nine meteors, two fingers I could not feel, and a loaf that had been proving while I was outside.