I woke up and went to work on Wednesday. I put in my four hours and then headed home again.
I went back to making that bread. I kneaded it and put it on top of the greased parchment paper in my 12-inch skillet. I covered it lightly with cling wrap and set the time for two hours.
I went back to check on it and - nothing! Dammit! I mentioned to Jake how annoyed I was that once again the bread didn't rise. He asked me where I had it and I said on top of the stove. He suggested that since my furnace automatically turns down to 66 degree F. during the day, maybe I should put a pan of boiling water on the low rack in the oven, turn the oven on warm and then stick the bread on the high rack. Sounded logical, so I did.
In two more hours, the dough had indeed doubled. So, I heated the Dutch oven in a 500 degree oven, dropped the dough and the parchment paper in it, put the lid on and turned the heat down to 425 degrees for 30 minutes. Then I took the lid off and baked it another 20 minutes. I never got the instant read thermometer to register 210 degrees, but it started to burn on the bottom around 208, so I took it out.
This one looks much better, (see Photos), but I fear I will have to cut off the bottom crust to eat it.
It started to rain around 4:00 PM, just about the time I walked out to get the mail (Good timing, John!)
I heated up some frozen tortellini's for dinner and watched TV from 8:00 PM to 11:30.