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@ronott1 , question for you... When baking bread do you weigh your powders or do you use the tablespoon/teaspoon method?
I do both depending on the recipe. The Sourdough Orange Ginger bread uses Metric weight measurements.

Sourdough Orange Ginger Bread

Here is my recipe. I did a bulk ferment with S&F for about 4 hours. I usually only go for 2.5 to 3 hours, but my house was cold yesterday.
I added the candied orange peel, and crystalized ginger (I didn't weigh this - just used what looked good) when I shaped them. I split the dough in half, and spread the orange, and ginger on each half then stacked them, rolled up the dough, and made a boule.
I let it rise for 30 mins at room temp, then put it in the fridge for 17 hours.
I baked straight from the fridge. Covered for 20 minutes at 475*, uncovered for 20 mins at 450*.

  • 250g water
  • 85g starter
  • 50g raw honey
  • 213g Kamut
  • 212g bread flour
  • 2 tbsp vital wheat gluten
  • 8g salt

It seems weird to measure out things like Honey. The big advantage is removing measuring error. Many do not realize that there is a technique to measuring flour and etc.

Usually with bread, I add flour until the dough has the correct feel and shape. Sourdough will always be sticky so you go by stiffness of the dough.
 
My in-laws mostly weigh ingredients in their bakery. Making large batches it probably is easier and more accurate anyway.
Exactly!

A lot of recipes have the proportions slightly off so the chemical reactions that happen can be off when a single recipe is doubled, tripled or more for a bakery. Weighing will remove the error and keep the proportions correct.
 
They did the surgery, and only lost me twice. No, I didn't die on the table, they actually "misplaced" me. They're not sure if the surgery "took", but think so. They did take a couple tissue samples, and sent them to be biopsied, so I will get the results of that next week. I was in ICU for 2 days, private room, competent staff, which was NICE, then they moved me to the dreaded 7th. floor. I complained enough they sent in the supervising floor nurse. When we talked, and I made reasonable assessments on what the staff was doing incorrectly, she wasted no time in addressing the issues, so things actually got pretty good after that.

The one issue she wanted to address was the situation with lady in the bed next to me. Her family was homeless. There were two of them, not including the lady in the bed, and there was a baby. She was on the back side of the room. When visiting hours were over, they would sneak into the bathroom to wait until the coast was clear, then go back into her side, pulling the curtain shut behind them. They were entitled to one complimentary guest meal, so all 4 of them were eating the lady's meal, and the guest meal, 3 times a day, every day. They took all the recliners, and were all spending their nights there. They knew the schedule for vitals, and labs, so they would hide in the bathroom while the nurses were doing their thing, then emerge once again when the nurses left. The staff had no idea this was going on. The supervising floor nurse did let them know that they had to leave the room after visiting hours, and could sleep in the recliners in one of the lobbies, until further arrangements were made. She must have really gotten onto the staff for their carelessness, and lack of observation, since they let this slide right under their noses.

One of the things I had complained about was the nurses not coming quickly when I would push the call button for them to come measure my fluid output in the bathroom. Normally, it should be no big deal, but the other family members would go dump the content, or add to it, so when the nurses didn't address it quickly, the results were incorrect. Yeah, head nurse was NOT happy about that. All I know is, after she began taking care of things, my nurses were much better to me.

I got home yesterday afternoon. My phone was ringing nonstop. I got situated, took a pain pill, turned the phone off, and slept.
 
They did the surgery, and only lost me twice.  No, I didn't die on the table, they actually "misplaced" me.  They're not sure if the surgery "took", but think so.  They did take a couple tissue samples, and sent them to be biopsied, so I will get the results of that next week.  I was in ICU for 2 days, private room, competent staff,  which was NICE, then they moved me to the dreaded 7th. floor.  I complained enough they sent in the supervising floor nurse.  When we talked, and I made reasonable assessments on what the staff was doing incorrectly, she wasted no time in addressing the issues, so things actually got pretty good after that. 

The one issue she wanted to address was the situation with lady in the bed next to me.  Her family was homeless.  There were two of them, not including the lady in the bed, and there was a baby.  She was on the back side of the room.   When visiting hours were over, they would sneak into the bathroom to wait until the coast was clear, then go back into her side, pulling the curtain shut behind them.  They were entitled to one complimentary guest meal, so all 4 of them were eating the lady's meal, and the guest meal, 3 times a day, every day.  They took all the recliners, and were all spending their nights there.  They knew the schedule for vitals, and labs, so they would hide in the bathroom while the nurses were doing their thing, then emerge once again when the nurses left.  The staff had no idea this was going on.  The supervising floor nurse did let them know that they had to leave the room after visiting hours, and could sleep in the recliners in one of the lobbies, until further arrangements were made.  She must have really gotten onto the staff for their carelessness, and lack of observation, since they let this slide right under their noses.

One of the things I had complained about was the nurses not coming quickly when I would push the call button for them to come measure my fluid output in the bathroom.  Normally, it should be no big deal, but the other family members would go dump the content, or add to it, so when the nurses didn't address it quickly, the results were incorrect.  Yeah, head nurse was NOT happy about that.  All I know is, after she began taking care of things, my nurses were much better to me.

I got home yesterday afternoon.  My phone was ringing nonstop.  I got situated, took a pain pill, turned the phone off, and slept. 
Glad you are home and as far as the phone goes...they can wait. My prayers and best wishes for you.
 
@getaclue, first off welcome home and speedy recovery! I hope your pathology comes back as clean as a whistle.

Second, I am so glad to hear that you became your own best advocate. So many people acquiesce to becoming victims to poor nursing care because they are either too sick to speak up or their families are too afraid of rocking the boat. Sometimes the boat needs rocked. Glad that things got better for you.
 
When I was six I broke my arm. I had to pee and pushed the call button. No one came. Well eventually I couldn't hold it any longer and went in the bed. The nurse finally came and yelled at me. My arm was wired in a banjo cast and I couldn't get out of bed. What could I do?
 
They did the surgery, and only lost me twice.

I'm so glad you're home and thank you for taking the time to update us. I'm also glad you stood up for yourself and didn't take shoddy nursing. Those nurses were likely understaffed and overworked. I wish everyone would say something because maybe it would improve, but I guess not, it's all about the money.
 

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