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A boule for my wife and I to eat, with the winter veg soup I made last Sunday morning...

Thank you @andiesenji for this information...

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I use this tape; never had a fail, nor needed a heat gun!

Save up with indecent haste, for you will have no regrets. None at all. I have acquired many things in my long life, but the EZTemper is, for me, one of my best ever purchases. It will be passed down to one of my grandsons/granddaughters when the grim reaper comes a callin' for me. For sure...

Pain de Mie for my eldest grandson's lunch sandwiches at school - he doesn't like to eat the school dinners. Daft boy! My wife and I walked up with it to his home, and there were two first for us; (1) eldest grandson (5 years old) read us a book for the first time, and (2) youngest grandson (1year old) walked for 14 steps for the first time. Two very proud grandparents...

Hello to everyone, I hope all is well with you. It has been some 3 weeks since last I baked bread, and yesterday proved to me that if you don't practice regularly, you never improve. I baked two boules for my son and his family, promising my grandsons that I would carve diamonds in the crust. Carving-wise, this was a disaster of a day. Thankfully, my son was unable to collect the boules, so my wife and I ate some with a porcini and potato soup I had prepared, and I sliced the remainder and froze them for eating on another day. My son sent me a text at 7am, telling me that he and my eldest grandson would be visiting me at circa mid-day to collect the boules. I let him know of my carving disaster, and that I had sliced and frozen the loaves, but I'd make another for mid-day. Couldn't bring myself attempt carving diamonds again, so did the usual Saltire instead. My grandson was not impressed at all...

I hadn't prepared myself, mentally, for the cutting of diamonds on the crust, so did only 4 slashes...

Happy birthday, when it comes, @heidih...

@Margaret PilgrimI thank you for your kind words. My initial displeasure with the Boule concerned not the shape, or taste, of it, but my cutting with the Lame. The lame blade was tearing the dough, rather than slitting smoothly. I was aiming for a shallow cut, but my first cut went deep (trying to be rid of the ragged edges on that cut). All other cuts then had to be the same depth. Having looked at the photo of it, I am growing towards liking it very much. There is much work to be done on the cutting, but I think a huge improvement (in the number of diamonds at the sides/bottom of the Boule) is possible. Perhaps another 10 Boules will see me happy with the pattern/cutting... Philip

Magnetic mold about to be hunted down, and a sheet of diffraction grating about to be ordered from Amazon. Thank you Kerry...

I should know better than to cut shapes/patterns with a blunt Lame blade; especially when i have a pack of 12 brand spanking new blades within touching distance. But me? No siree, I do things my way (that is, the daft way)...

Only used on the base of chocolates/bars Kerry?

I do exactly that; although if left in the freezer for more than a month, I can feel the difference when rolling it out. So I make 8 x 160g balls per month, well wrapped in cling-film, and in a ziplock bag, for the 12" thin-crust pizzas we enjoy the most...

To pay for 10 days in Provence, in my wife's uncle's villa, I had to cook a meal for him and his partner (she is a Provencal), so I did so last Sunday. I also made a Boule, with an approximation of the Scottish Saltire cut into it (our standard weekly loaf) - I wanted to present a somewhat French/Scottish meal to them... The meal went well; many exclamations of 'ooh, la, la' and photos of the food taken (to me, strange...) The Boule was hardly touched, but when preparing to leave, our guests asked for a bag. 'Why?' I asked. 'To carry the bread home', was the reply. I was very chuffed...