Baker's percentages, finally explained to myself
Why every recipe here is written in percentages, and the one calculation that makes any loaf scale to any tin.
Bread at night, stars after
I bake bread and I look at the sky. The two go together better than you would think: both reward patience, both are mostly waiting, and both are best done when the house is quiet. These are my notes.
Why every recipe here is written in percentages, and the one calculation that makes any loaf scale to any tin.

Counting the stars I can see in one small patch of sky, once a week, for a year. The result was not what I expected.

A 70% rye loaf with coffee and treacle that needs a full day in the tin before you cut it, which is the hardest instruction in baking.

Drawing what you see instead of photographing it, and discovering you were seeing more than you thought.

A hillside in northern Spain, 93% of the Sun covered, and a baguette bought that morning from a bakery that opened at six.

Forty minutes of driving to get two magnitudes of darkness, a thermos, a tray of focaccia and 61 meteors.

The dough that takes twelve hours of nothing and twenty minutes of work. It happens to be exactly the shape of an observing session.

What a 70 mm telescope actually shows from a suburban garden, and why the first three nights were a disappointment that was entirely my fault.

My old sourdough culture died over the winter. Beginning again with rye flour, tap water and a jar on the radiator shelf.