I have seen a lot of bread floating around out there.  Sarah made some.  Erin made some.  And Molly made one that I have been wanting to try.  Molly even did it without a cast iron pot.  

Since I have never tried this before, and really wanted it to turn out, I followed the directions to a T.  And I treated it like a baby.  Seriously.
I slept with it next to our bed.  Because the directions say to let it rise in a 70˚ room.  Well, our downstairs is colder than that. (Much colder.) And since heat rises, I decided to bring it upstairs, with specific instructions to the kids not to jump on the dough.
The dough has to sit for 12-18 hours. After that amount of time, you punch it down, form it into a ball, and it looks like that.  Up there. (That whole timing thing always gets me.  But, starting it at 4:00 on a Saturday afternoon, seemed to be great.  I didn't touch it again until noon the next day. 20 hours?  Oh, I know, but things happen and that was the earliest I could get back to it. It was ready for dinner on Sunday night. Seems like a long time to wait for a loaf of bread, huh?  Really, you do little while waiting.  I promise.)
I resisted the urge to swaddle, and just folded the towel back over the top.  And let it sit for 2 hours.  
Popped it into the pot and then into the oven. When I removed the lid it looked like that.  Just like the recipe said it would.  You should try it.  You won't be sorry.  Just sorry you didn't have more.

Oh, and Leya is hosting color week.  Today's color is/was blue.  So grab your camera and try to find a little color in your week.  Tomorrow, purple.