After a day and night of celebrating Mexico's improbable victory in Puebla (Cinco de Mayo), I was up a little later than usual and was pleasantly surprised to see that the liquid levain I have been cultivating had doubled in size. More on this later, I will be using it in the French bread I mentioned last post. And now that I think about it, the irony of making French bread on Cinco de Mayo would have been wonderful. Maybe next year.

So, when I get home from work tonight, I will check my levain again, explain here what levain is, and then hopefully go about making this French bread I keep talking about abstractly. I am not trying to build suspense, just revealing how disorganized I am.