Today was the first snow of the year. It certainly was my first snow this year in NYC. It snowed in Buffalo once before I left, but I'm actively discounting all things Buffalo at this point. Just flurries here today, though cold and windy enough to numb my jaw by the time I turned inland from the river and headed over to the park.
I opted to stay on the path by the water all the way down to 72nd street. This route allowed me to try the recently completed pathway between 96th (or so) and 80th. The new stretch is two lanes plus a bit of a shoulder and sits on pilings I never thought would be installed. It's a gorgeous path, a wonderful addition to the greenway, and something I can't imagine getting done elsewhere in the US. I can't wait to run it on a sunny day!
Yesterday, M and I baked the two loaves I had started on Saturday. I played around with the recipe a bit (a bit more yeast, a bit more water). Each loaf had a slightly different combination, but they both had a nice sour tang I didn't expect absent a starter. They turned out fine, with loaf one--more yeast but not quite as much water--winning the day. That damned loaf was as perfect as I can imagine achieving in our sputtering oven. I dusted them both with oat germ; something I straight up stole from Grandaisy's filone. I like it more than corn meal (though there's something appealing to me about the cast-iron scorched cornmeal that clings to the loaves). Credit also to the King Arthur bread flour. It yielded a nicely chewy loaf that didn't feel too dense. I'm looking forward to trying out some additional protein enhancers to see what happens. I'll probably get extra-chewy hockey pucks at that point. I'll invite you over to try them....
With any luck, I'll be running from 40th and 8th (Port Authority) to Inwood tomorrow. We'll see.