My second no-knead bread, this one was the slow version, left to rise overnight. I thought it was slightly better in every way than the quick version.
But really, how can this be all I have to say after months of near-silence.
Above: Garnwerd, a wierde village, population 320. Below: Cafe Hammingh, possibly built in 1876, with an upstairs full of stampeding ghosts and snippets of techno music, we spent 10 minutes silently exploding with laughter, high-school-style, in the otherwise completely quiet room full of people eating seriously; Noordpolderzijl and the Nelsker, apparently headed off for an afternoon of bowling in the flatlands; the carpet-tabled interior of 't Zielhoes; the harbor at Noordpolderzijl, the smallest harbor in Nederland. However on this particular day as you can see "there is no boat in the harbor".
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).