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I could never do an Atkinsesque diet.  I love bread.  My newest acquisition is baguette pan. 


A few facts about these loaves; I copied Julia Childs recipe and technique. Technique makes it or breaks it.  I cut the salt to one teaspoon. I did not use a bread mixer.  Just old fashioned elbow grease. They are truly crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside. High cook temperature, spray with water every three minutes for the first 9 minutes. They really do take between 6 and 7 hours to make, if made right.

I've made them three times this week.

I love my new pan.
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  1. Kristina P.April 23, 2010 at 7:48 AM

    Can I come over to your house?

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  2. June Freaking CleaverApril 23, 2010 at 7:49 AM

    Oh, I want one! I want one! They look beautiful!

    Julia Child would be so proud, doing it all by hand like that!

    You're my hero...

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  3. StephanieApril 23, 2010 at 8:51 AM

    they look beautiful!!!!

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  4. YolandaApril 23, 2010 at 9:13 AM

    I am coming right over. I WANT THAT RECIPE! Plus, I want to check out your pans - so awesome!!!

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  5. M-CatApril 23, 2010 at 9:15 AM

    Bread is a HUGE weakness for me too!
    When I was younger, after school, I could eat a whole loaf of bread in bread balls (rip off the crusts and roll the middle into a ball)

    Mmmmmmm

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  6. JoanApril 23, 2010 at 11:49 AM

    You can only freeze and eat so many loaves. When they overflow from your house, stick one in my mailbox please. That wat I could lool forward to what was in the mail. They look beautiful.

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  7. Lisa Page RosenbergApril 24, 2010 at 12:14 PM

    Now you're just toying with my wheat allergic heart.

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  8. JoanApril 24, 2010 at 2:50 PM

    I love this computer mom header.

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  9. JenniferApril 26, 2010 at 6:31 AM

    It looks so yummy! I'm a bread lover too so I gotta have my dough! ;D

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