Give us this day our yesterdaily bread

I started a sourdough loaf yesterday morning. My process calls for a lot of brief kneading and then leaving alone for a while before kneading it again; this takes most of the day, before it's wrapped up and set aside for its final rise. I got that far, and then - what with the sudden tooth extraction and the lying around in a duly faint and feeble fashion and the friends coming to succour me with soup and wine and so on - I just forgot about it.

I usually reckon to give it four hours or so for that final rise, in this climate.

This one's had, um. Sixteen?

I could knock it back and let it start one more time. I probably should. But I'm curious to see what happens if you bake a loaf after over-rising it that much.

I'm doing this for science, 'k? I mean, I couldn't eat it anyway. All that crunchy crust, wiv ma mouf? I don' fink so.

Shuttle to Overfly Chaz & Karen, Maybe

Space Shuttle Endeavour is making its last journey, piggyback on a jumbo, to a final destination at LA. En route it's overflying a number of NASA sites - including Ames at Moffett Field. Which is, um, just over there.

It's not certain, but there's a fair chance we'll have a fair view of it from our garden. Friday, about 8.30 in the morning. Drop by, if you fancy it.