My New Year's Day attempt at English muffins, using a recipe from the old King Arthur cookbook. Looks as tho it's bathed in a holy light, doesn't it? But they came out rather rather chewy. Rather dense. I'm going back to the drawing board, so to say.
And, we are sticking our hand into the bagel batter. Yes, we have no bagels here in this part of the world, unless you count Lender's frozen, which I certainly don't. I went over to a recipe that Smitten Kitchen has (behold the beautiful photography; you won't see that here), and D stirred up the starter yesterday. He reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bag of high gluten bread flour AND barley malt syrup. Always at the ready . . . We shall see.
I never realized what a different culinary landscape the South is, until I moved here. Dearth of some things, only to be confronted with what I define as a conundrum, at least ten or so years ago: pulled pork, banana pudding, okra . . . who knew? Not me, that's for sure.