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Plain old French bread recipe

Charlotte has tagged me for some sort of bread-making/donation challenge to alleviate poverty in Africa. Part of the rules is to publish the recipe.

So here you go: the simplest sort of bread, the one I make every other day now, because it tastes much better than the one from the local (i.e. 7 km away) baker, and I can make it with organic flour (bought in 25-kg bags).

1 kg hard bread flour (organic)
20 g salt (knowing what we dump in the se, I doubt there is such a thing as organic salt)
42 g dehydrated organic levain (find it here)
600 ml warm water

Mix all ingredients with your (clean) hands, then knead for fifteen minutes. I put the dough on my bench and sit on the bench with my legs on either side to lean on the dough and have more kneading power.
Leave the dough to rise under a damp cloth for half an hour (room temperature 22°C or one hour if your room is at 18°C like mine yesterday).
Knead again and shape your breads. Then leave to rise for one to two hours.
Bake in very hot oven (250°C) for 20 minutes. Do not forget to put a bowl of water in the oven so that the hot air is saturated in moisture. For a thinner and crispier crust, you can wet the breads with your fingers before baking. Oh, and you have to make cuts with a rasor blade so the dough can expand nicely while baking.

Siamese breads

Et voilà. Bon appétit.

Lazy and proud

This mosaic is on the wall next to my bathtub. This time of the year, while floating idly in warm water, I can contemplate the rising sun bringing extra orangeness to the hues. And I am proud. Because I know we made that mosaic. We made it with leftovers from the terracotta tiles once the bathroom floor and bathtub wall had been tiled. It took us two days to complete, deciding on the design, cutting the little dice, sticking them on a fiberglass netting with tile cement, fitting the net on the wall while filling the joints with lime mortar.

Bathroom mosaic

The net result is that it cost us two days of fun work (the materials were virtually free) for an endless supply of pride (and compliments when visitors happen to spot it on their way to the bathroom). I do not count the capital gain because I cannot imagine that I will ever sell this house.

This mosaic is already three years old, and to me it has become a symbol of my house and of my life : hard work, lazyness, and pride.

Married 12 years

To the day.

As with whiskey, balsamic vinegar or Bordeaux, 12 years is probably how long it takes to reveal the full palette of flavours and the heart of the aroma (especially considering we were only 22 on October 5th, 1996).

Temporary slowdown

Although on the economic front, ’slowdown’ sounds inappropriately shy to describe what is soon becoming a great depression, it is the right word on the blogging front. I have long hesitated to write about it here, probably because I still have not made up my mind about how personal I want this blog to be. But I figure I owe that much to all my blogging friends who seldom fail to mention a word or two about what is happening in their lives, especially when it keeps them away from the keyboard.

It’s not blog burnout, it’s not boredom or weariness. I simply have been busy.

  • Busy at work because I have been working on two tenders, three patents, and a spacecraft dynamics course for internal training which is turning into a testament
  • Pleiades spacecraft (artist impression (c)CNES)

  • Busy in the garden and the kitchen because you may have a no-work garden for pretty much of the growing season, the tomatoes still won’t pick themselves (you can read about the garden there)
  • Corn, sweet corn

  • Busy at home because I am stepping in to replace my terminally pregnant wife with her computer home help business (logo by yours truly below) in my spare time and days off
  • Souris verte

  • Busy in the house because we still have to build a bedroom for kid #1 so that he can leave his bedroom staircase landing to kid #2 when kid #2 leaves our bedroom (that would be before next summer)
  • And busy mentally because there maybe new opportunities job-wise (but shhush..)

This slowdown will probably last another fortnight, but after the birth I will be on leave for at least a month, leaving enough time to resume the weekly posting rhythm.

My Tomato Steaks

Because I am jealous of HealingMagicHands’s giant tomatoes, I wish to show off my version.

Steak de tomates

Those were eaten 20m from where they grew. The taste was fabulous (all the more so as I knew I had sown and planted them myself).

The best period ever to change one’s life

When I was a kid, my brother, after perusing too many history books, used to speculate about which period and place he would have preferred to live in if he had had a choice. Depending on his mood, he would choose the Roman empire, New Zealand before the arrival of European settlers, Victorian England, etc. Sometimes, he would inquire what my choice would be. My answer was always ‘here and now’. Maybe I lack imagination. Or somehow I felt that life had never been so fine, at least around here. Food, health, democracy, justice, knowledge, comfort, leisure: it was impossible to find a time in history when even the most powerful emperor could have had such an easy life as that we were having.

Now that I am gradually changing my lifestyle and my project of life, I sometimes play the same sort of game and wonder if such a change could have been easier before, for instance in the late sixties. And the answer is no.

It has never been so easy to change one’s life, because the surrounding mentalities have probably never been so open. Nobody is going to come and lynch me because I dress differently, or because I worship another God, or because I am eating less meat, or because I ride a bicycle, or because I have unclassifiable economic activities, or because I take a nap on weekdays. I cannot imagine how a black, lesbian, hippie, unemployed, communist single mother could have managed back in the seventies. I am almost sure she could come to my village now, and at least half the people would stand up for her if she came into trouble with the closeder-minded minority. This trend is the delayed effect of the big mentality change of the sixties and seventies - human rights, civil rights, women rights, sexual freedom, freedom of speech - now getting new momentum from environmental concerns.

However, there is a strong opposing trend: the buildup of conservative ideas, probably associated to a wealthy and aging dominant culture. People who see terrorism as a greater threat than global warming; people who believe one molested old lady or one abused child is a motive for putting surveillance cameras everywhere and everybody’s life into electronic databanks, while cutting on education spending because we need to reduce taxes; people who say we have to work more and earn less because this is globalization, idiot.

So my take is that now is the best of times to choose to do something different, to choose an uncommon lifestyle, or even to go against mainstream cultural habits (before it’s too late). Maybe not for artists or intellectuals - the golden age of total freedom was probably twenty years ago for them. But for ordinary people, now is probably the right time.

In fact, even if we feel there are still too many shackles in our lives, I guess the word ‘freedom’ in the declaration of human rights and our (French) constitution has probably never been so meaningful than here and now. I can travel, I can work or not work, I can live with whomever I want, I can say whatever I think and read whatever I like, I can vote or even run for President, I can get a divorce, I can make friends with whomever I choose, I can go out after hours, etc. So many things I can do that were impossible a hundred years or even fifty years ago.

Conversely, there are few things I have to do. In fact, contrary to what some people will say, today’s western lifestyle is not only negotiable, but mostly optional: I do not have to watch TV; I do not have to buy stuff in a supermarket; I do not have to own a car; I do not have to have a full-time job; I do not have to have a large house with central air, three bedrooms, a living-room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a garage; I do not need a lawn or a swimming pool; I do not even have to have a phone or a computer or the internet.

Once I decide I can let go of some of these (maybe I’ll keep my internet connection, though…), then comes a breath of fresh freedom that makes everything possible.

Cities: an obsolete concept

Summary

People need three things: land to grow food, energy to make stuff, and information to interact. In the old model, it was easier to pack people together so they could make stuff and interact more efficiently, and move food and energy around. But now that the information and energy can be everywhere, we had better live where food grows. [more]

Giving you fives

By command of Her Royal Highness, I hereby answer a series of personal questions which make the blogging world a futile and friendly place.

Where I was ten years ago.

I think ten years ago was when I got my first doubts about my job. I had been working for two years then, in what is probably the finest job in the world for an engineer who likes hardcore technique: future spacecraft projects with the leading European space systems manufacturer. There’s nothing like achieving a childhood dream too early to kill glamour for good. The job was extremely interesting, but essentially abstract. One of the inventions I made back then did make it into a live spacecraft design, which is due to fly in 2010. That’s a five percent chance of seeing a concrete outcome for my work after twelve years. The job was (and still is) great fun, but essentially aimless. I have lost all illusions about space conquest (and will probably write soon why). There is no democratic debate on how the space subsidies should be spent either. I spend taxpayer’s money for things taxpayers have no clue about. Sometimes I feel like a Monsanto scientist doing fun stuff just because it can be done and it’s fun to do; and that which can be sold makes it to the market.

For the past two or three years I have been wanting to find some other job, one that would be more useful to mankind, but now I have decided to keep my fun (and mildly harmless) job, and save the world on my free time, like most superpeople do.

Five fatty snacks

  1. Home-made nutella (which some would call Gianduja; it’s hazelnut butter with sugar and chocolate), by the spoonful
  2. Roquefort cheese. My boy’s nanny is raising ewes, whose milk is used to make Roquefort. Each year, she gets discount cheese from the ‘caves’. We have six pounds of the treasure cheese hoarded in our freezer, bought for the price of burger-grade cheddar.
  3. Saucisson. You’d probably call it dry sausage.
  4. Foie gras. (We do it ourselves with our neighbour’s ducks, but not before November)
  5. Tomates confites. Half-tomatoes that are slowly baked in the oven with olive oil, garlic and pesto.

Five other fatty snacks (no dietary duality in my world)

  1. Tapenade. A paste made with olives.
  2. Caviar d’aubergines. A paste made with eggplant and olive oil.
  3. Ail confit. Garlic slowly cooked in duck fat.
  4. Fresh cheese with herbs. Chives especially.
  5. Onion jam.

Have you noticed? All go with bread. I must be French.

Five things I would do if I was a billionaire

  1. Wonder where all that wealth came from
  2. Subsidize conversions to organic farming in my region
  3. Subsidize research in natural and organic farming all over the world
  4. Donate heaps to open-source projects
  5. Go back to work

Five jobs I have had

  1. Math & physics tutor for rich but mediocre pupils
  2. Summer camp leader (volunteer)
  3. Metalworking lathe operator in French Guyana (2 month internship)
  4. Flight control systems engineer for commercial aircraft future projects
  5. Attitude control systems engineer for spacecraft future projects

Three of my habits

  1. Going to sleep with the same chapter of the same audiobook on my mp3 player.
  2. Commenting blogs in bed instead of reading serious books.
  3. Reading blogs at work whenever I need a break. The more pressure there is, the more I read.
  4. Driving slower than the elderly.
  5. Taking a 30′ nap every other day.

Five places I have lived

  1. Paris, France (0->1/2)
  2. Trois-Rivières, Québec (1/2->2)
  3. Paris, France (2-22)
  4. Toulouse, France (22-32)
  5. Home, Home (32-Inf)

Ecojustice challenge

Have you ever noticed how we laugh at other people’s supestitions, while we think we are not superstitious ourselves? Some of us find Feng Shue a stupid hassle that comes in the way of home and garden design; some of us eat pork with delight (sometimes with our left hand); most of us skip mass; we can say ‘rabbit’ onboard a boat. And we dismiss any claims that this will bring bad luck, bad spirits, or even hell our way.

And yet we rich westerners fall victim to a very dangerous superstition. A supestition which is destroying the planet, destroying other people’s livelihoods, destroying the livelihood of future generations. We believe that we cannot be happy with less stuff, less comfort, less energy. We sure believe we cannot be happy without a well-paying full-time job, however morally or environmentally or economically questionable said job might be.

All those who have stopped shopping, who have downshifted to a smaller house, who have sold their car will tell you readily: happiness and affluence are totally unrelated. And yet we cling to our stuff and our comfort like barnacles and limpets, and we feel helpless when we find out that our planet is dying, because there’s really nothing we can do about it.

Changing all the lightbulbs or buying a Prius or setting up photovoltaic arrays is OK, because it is about buying new stuff -this fits with our mental frame. But letting go of stuff and habits altogether is something we absolutely dread, unconsciously.

Emily’s challenge is about learning to let go, one finger at a time, so that we can discover not only that it does not cause misery, but it can even bring some feeling of pride (I am prone to this kind of feeling) and achievement. And in any case, it brings exactly the same kind of relief as when one unpacks after a long flight and finds out one had forgotten the anti-crash amulet home: we are still alive and well, regardless of what TV commercials want us to believe.

Emily’s ecojustice challenge is good for you. Everybody else does it. You’ll feel bad if you don’t. Do it now.

Hammock day

I hereby declare the 2008 hammock season officially Open.

Hammock season 2008