{"id":1960,"date":"2026-06-19T12:41:00","date_gmt":"2026-06-19T12:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=1960"},"modified":"2026-07-05T13:09:12","modified_gmt":"2026-07-05T13:09:12","slug":"thicc-bottoms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=1960","title":{"rendered":"Thicc Bottoms"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">My first go at baguettes<br>ended in tragedy<br><br>I did not know <br>really know<br>what \"proofing\" meant<br><br>So how could I know<br>what under-<br>or over-<br>proofed looked like?<br><br>And so I baked<br>and baked <br>and steamed with ice<br>and baked some more<br>and my long slender breads<br>emerged looking gorgeous<br>until I turned them over<br>and alas, they were hollow<br>like greyish dugout canoes<br>mocking me.<br><br>And so the next day<br>I my husband urges:<br>Go again, <br>get back on the Baguette<br>Dust off your ego<br>and flour your mat.<br><br>And so it's 11:58 p.m. <br>and I am<br>maniacally manifesting pastry<br>in my dim suburban kitchen<br>on a work night.<br><br>I pour the precious starter<br>I swirl the flours <br>I set the bowl to \"sponge\" <br>in an oven warmed <br>with boiling water.<br><br>I set the timer and wait.<br>And when the sponge is ready<br>I slide it into the mixer<br>and I use the dough hook<br>to incorporate more dry flours<br>and psyllium <em>powder<\/em>, and<br>not the verboten husks this time,<br>and I pour the supple dough<br>onto the waiting mat<br>and I plump and pull <br>and round the dough <br>into a tight sphere<br>and because time is a thief <br>and the bed beckons<br>I slice it into five wedges <br>each of which I roll <br>and pull and prod <br>into yam-like masses, <br>moist and full of promise.<br><br>And then roll each little <br>tear-drop-ended log<br>through a dredge of ground sesame, <br>nori and smoked Maldon sea salt<br>before I place them <br>gently on parchment<br>like a quintet of milk-drunk babes.<br><br>And then I wait, again,<br>for the proofing, <br>for the reaping of the oxygen<br>for the plumping of the dough<br>for the growing of my colonies.<br><br>And when I can <br>hardly keep my eyes open<br>the next timer dings<br>and it's time for my <br>American Black Walnut-handled <br>French lame<br>and I slice, quite imperfectly, the <br>overlapping \"ears\" or surgical cuts<br>along the top of each yam-y dough.<br><br>By now my oven has been running <br>at 500 degrees Fahrenheit <br>rolling in heat for an hour,<br>ready to support a crusty exterior<br>\u2014 if not my electricity bill \u2014<br>my sliced and proofed pieces <br>are ready to face the thermal music.<br><br>I place them in, \"injecting steam\" <br>in six minute increments <br>by dumping cups of ice cubes <br>into an awaiting cast iron pan<br>on the base of the oven<br>to replicate the plumbed steam oven<br>I will one day own.<br><br>And now \u2014I wait again! <br>After changing the oven temp thrice<br>the appointed hour, <br>the moment of truth has arrived.<br><br>I don my silicone-armored oven mitts<br>I pull the steaming baguettes from the rack<br>and I can tell at first glance, <br>these are a premium batch of baggies.<br><br>I know I'm to leave them alone.<br>But again.<br>It's the wee hours <br>of a work day<br>and so I sing to them:<br><br>I take out my cell phone, record myself:<br>\u266b \"<em>Thicc<\/em> Bottomed GIIIIIIIIIIIRLS!!! \u266b<br>\"THEY HAVE BOTTOMS!<br>\"Look at tha\u2014<br><em>\"OUCH!<\/em><br>\"They are five hundred degrees\u2014<br>\"UFGH!\" [Gremlin voice]<br>\"Anyway, I had to set four timers\u2014<br>\"One of which Siri didn't hear\u2014<br>\"And so I have taken them out<br>\"On Vibes.\"<br><br>And on camera, I hoist one <br>then another<br>with my newly singed fingers<br>and I thwack it satisfyingly <br>on the hot rimmed tray<br>and I hear that hollow bellow <br>echo back at me<br>indicating that all the toil <br>was worth it.<br><br>I made a freaking flotilla of baguettes<br>all by myself<br>and I am basically a baking genius<br>and nothing can stop me now.<br><br><br>I erupt into cheers, <br>sleeping family bedamned. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThicc Bottoms,\u201d a slightly hinged ode to miso nori smoked sea salt demi baguettes,  written Friday, June 19, poem 170 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. 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