Ciabatta, Cooked, and Lessons Learned

Before I even get started here, I just want to let everyone know that yes, I will again be talking about Michael Pollan (who Colin has decided I now worship) and The Great British Bake Off, which I have officially finished and now yearn to be watching as soon as my eyes open. 

 If she could speak, she would be saying "Please stop baking and go to bed so I can sleep, you crazy woman."

If she could speak, she would be saying "Please stop baking and go to bed so I can sleep, you crazy woman."

In order to prolong my rapid consumption of season four (praise Netflix), I started watching the Master Class companion episodes from season one. (Yes, Colin was away and yes, this was at midnight after I had tried and failed to make caramel like six times.) Just as my kitten was falling asleep on my lap, Paul Hollywood started making ciabatta, and I was struck with the realization that this was the perfect recipe to marry my obsession to my other obsession in possibly the first ever officially named case of obception (work with me, here).

Armed with a personal how-to lesson, a recipe I had to convert to cups from grams because I'm not posh, and a 10 pound bag of a Michael Pollan-approved whole wheat flour, I decided that I would wait until the next day to try the recipe. But when I did, it was worth it.