|It's a Concre-ature! (Ha!)|
Concrete was poured in the Styrofoam forms .. and James got covered in the meantime!
This was the first time the concrete company was using this conveyor-belt system, and it worked like a charm.
The whole contraption could effortless reach the walls on the far side of the house!
Still, it was a rather messy job, that shirt James was wearing could not be saved.
The guys worked their butts off to get it all done in one day, they had three trucks coming and used it all!
Now the 'building-up' part can start!
An enormous order of wood and beams and screws was delivered, and a start of placing the beams that are gonna hold up the floors, was made ..
We were very fortunate that the weather had been so warm and dry, and the concrete trucks had no problem coming up the driveway.
Lucky indeed, since the next couple of days looked more like this, and the drive way turned muddy and slippery:
Grey, rainy and cold .. yikes!
I went for a short walk to the river on Sunday, just to get some fresh air in my lungs, but was happy to come back in the nice and warm and cozy RV, and enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace!
Fortunately, we woke up to a beautiful morning again on Monday, just in time for work to be able to continue ..
I went for a longer walk, up and over the hills this time. What a difference a day makes!
Sometimes I have company these days in the form of Tody, Steven's dog.
He's such a sweet and fun little guy (the dog).
He really loves, loves, loves it when you throw him a stick and never tires to chase it, but he likes to go for a walk too.
I guess he gets bored with the guys ..
And than for something totally different .. I've been trying my hand at making sourdough!
James loves it, but I've never been a big fan of the American sourdough. I've always liked the German-style bread though.Any-who, James' niece Bethanie is 'doing' it, and reading about her trials and tribulations on Facebook, I decided to give it a go.
Well, let me tell you, making this type of bread is not for the faint of heart! It is a very interesting process, to say the least!
First you have to 'make' a starter, aka mother/leaven/chief/sponge. Which can take 5 to 7 days or, if you're un-lucky, up to 2 to 3 weeks! It's easy enough, just combine flour and water, let it sit at room-temperature and 'feed' it every day until it starts to ferment ..
Mine took 12 days (I started to get a little nervous there!), but finally I had a beautiful bubbly, melted marshmallow-ish concoction.
If a teaspoon of dough floats in a glass of water, it is 'potent' enough to rise a bread-dough!
I mixed part of the starter with bread flour, salt and more water and let it rise overnight. The next morning I had a beautiful risen dough. Phew, so far so good!
After forming it in a ball and letting it rise for another 2 hours, it went in a hot cast-iron pan, in a 425F oven, for about 30 minutes ... and voila!
A beautiful crusted bread, lightly (just enough) sour and pleasantly 'chewy'. Wow, I did it! How about that?
The only thing I forgot was to 'score' the bread so the crust didn't break open as it should to form a nice, rustic looking, 'ear' .. minor detail ..
I actually dusted some flour on the crust, using a quick, hand-cut-on-the-spot template, so I think it looks nice enough.
Now to keep the starter alive! It sits in the fridge until next time. There are people that have 100 year old starters that originate from their great grand-mothers!
I named my starter, as is tradition, Beth, for Bethanie, who inspired me and is as bubbly, sweet and nurturing/mothering as this starter!