An arctic blast ripped our serene little winter to shreds this year. The roads were icy enough to keep all of us at home here on the hilltop for a week with rolling blackouts and busted water mains thrown into the mix just to keep all those inches upon inches of beautiful snow from getting too boring. At that time, for me, working from home involved long days in front of a laptop. For my children it was much the same. Only this time 'round, it was so bitterly cold that we could not stay in our separate sections of the house and be warm. By noon, I grabbed my computer, a lap desk, and dragged a rocking chair next to open fireplace so I could work without shivering or wrapping up in a blanket. My children soon followed suit.
Gathered around the fireside with my family keeping warm, brought me supreme contentment. The only thing I felt was missing was a loaf of bread rising on the mantle. Fortunately Mr. Bleu has been trying his hand at bread making--a hobby which has the full support of the entire family--and he quickly remedied that situation. Ever since November, we have been planning to build our own outdoor cob bread oven, and the lovely spring month of April we finally got started. We began by crudely weaving some thin strips of hickory into this dome shape. This is the skeleton of our bread oven.
They're not made to last more than a season or two, so certainly we should be able to build something for relatively little cost and effort, again and again. There is an initial startup cost for supplies. We spent around $50 on fire bricks, and $20 on sand and paving bricks plus about $15 for a cotton tarp used for mixing the mud and sand. And, there was a lot of muscle power that went into digging up several buckets of red clay and then spreading it on the tarp to mix it by hand and foot and then spreading it over the frame. But, we did it as a family and whatever it takes, I want to master this craft and make it a regular part of our lives.
Why so much interest in an outdoor oven? If you've never had bread baked in a cob oven, you've never had good bread. Oh, yes, I've had bread in France, Germany, and Italy, even geyser bread baked in the hot earth in Iceland, and they're amazing, but this bread is in a class all its own. (notice the piece of metal hanging there as a heat shield to protect the wooden shelter)
I know this isn't the sort of thing to which I typically devote a blog post, but I have been looking forward to building this oven almost as much as I have been looked forward to getting each of my gorgeous gowns from Teuta Matoshi. I suppose it sounds strange to pair those two things, but that's just me. I like gardening as much as galas and bread ovens as much as ball gowns.
People aren't meant to be put in tiny boxes, we're meant to be complex, multifaceted, unique. And that's how I like life. A little of this, a little of that, a little from way over there, it all comes together to be something uniquely my own and I wouldn't have it any other way. I got tired of trying to fit in a long time ago; fitting in is so boring!
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