Today, I, Barb the French Bean, asserted my feminine kitchen skills and made French baguettes for the very first time in my life.
Yes, today, I made my bread-baking ancestors proud by using nothing but bread flour, water, salt and pungent active yeast that stunk up my kitchen.
(Mm. Can't you just feel the artisanal traditions of yore emanating from their misshapen golden brown crusts?)
Next time, I will add "a pinch of patience" to that list of ingredients.
You have my permission to laugh at how wonky they look, but don't you dare ask me to make a sammich with them. I make sammiches for NO ONE but myself.