Is Swedish limpa a quick-bread? That was my main reason for making Soda Bread, I didn't want to wait around for the proof/punch-down/2nd-proof then bake cycle of a few hours... I suppose I could Goggle "Swedish limpa bread," but I like to hear from my Shadow Veep on such impotent subjects like baking and what-not. Plus it gives me the opportunity to write:
K_Dubb, Attend: We mustn't let the "Bakeries Not Fakeries" program fall by the wayside in this unfortunate time where the position of leadership in this country suffers from a sort of vacant infinite regression (think of how empty the chair is in the White Haus, and then think how empty the head is of the usurper sitting in it)...
I have said too much!
pate/K_Dubb 2020
"WHO shat in the interregnum?"
It is not a quick bread per se, sir, but, as it is water- or sometimes beer-based, compared to the usual high-fat high-sugar milk-based doughs I make that really should languish overnight, it seems positively sprightly, particularly if I (sotto voce)
omit the first rise. Despite liberal application of Vital Wheat Gluten I cannot get the kind of "crumb development" (really more swirls of stretched and folded flour) out of even a half-rye loaf that I can out of wheat so I am not inclined to bother with that whole thing. This means that, so long as I keep a fresh orange or two on hand, I am never no more than an hour and a half from a hot slab of fragrant limpa smothered in nutty high-fat 83% butter, within easy reach of a grumbly tummy.
I am very sorry for neglecting the matter of "Bakeries, not Fakeries", sir. I do believe we are in dire straits where commercial baking is concerned. The lobster-roll place is no longer selling homemade Boston Cream Pie so I went looking for it at the grocery, where I found it neatly presented on a scalloped gold-foil tray in its own plastic dome, with a plastic band around to keep the layers from sliding -- ok (I thought) this must be a decent cake, but: what a miserable concoction, industrial sponge with a Cool-Whip filling! I weep for the children, who will never know the succulence of creme patissiere or the luxurious melting velvet of real ganache! We must save our country. It is no wonder we can no longer tell an empty-headed old fool from a true statesman while our bellies are full of Cool Whip, forsooth!