Originally posted by normhead Old school you say? We kept ours on top of the fridge and cooked it in a wood cookstove. This was in a 100 year old 30x20 log farmhouse that I restored.) My grandma born in 1897 (and was 94 at the time and was raised in a log cabin of abuut the same dimensions) was throughly familiar with the whole process and used to look on approvingly.
That's old school.
I guess I can talk about old school...
That brings memories of spending a lot of time at my grandmother's when I was a kid, down in Brazil. She was part of a German settlement there, and things were very old school at her house. The big masonry wood stove was the only stove. But there was also a wood fire oven at the building next door, which also housed the laundry and the bathrooms on one side and the well at the other side, next to the huge firewood pile room (see, I told you it was old school... but we did have electricity)
While my grandma went to milk the cow around 5am or so, I got up to start the fire in the stove.
Once or twice a week, in the afternoon around 3pm or so usually the oven was lit up with a lot of wood to burn real hot - sometimes I'd do it, sometimes I'd be playing and she would do it. Once there were only red coals left, they were shoved to the end of the oven area and the breads, cookies and cakes would go in, with a metal plate covering the entrance.
I don't remember ever having bread as good as what came out of there...
Maybe when I'm retired in 20+ years and I'm home all day I can do these kinds of things again...