No work today!! Yay! So I had big plans for
|(Excuse the messy looking pans… let’s just say they’re, vintage.)|
So where do you start? If you’re like me and had no one to share a starter with you…you do this. (Or, if you live in the greater Twin Cities area, give me a call and I’ll set ya up. 😉
|Yes, this stuff, the out-of-the-pantry-for- emergencies-only potato flakes, in bread. Trust me.|
Otherwise, here is the recipe for the starter. (from Just a Pinch) 1 cup warm water (I make it pretty hot – our hottest tap water) 1/2 cup sugar 3 tablespoons instant potato flakes 1 pkg. (2 1/4 tsp.) dry yeast
Cover loosely and allow to ferment on the counter for two days. I just sat the lid to my bowl on, without sealing it. You can also use a clean dish towel or wax paper. After two days, it will be bubbly and foaming and wonderfully fermented smelling. Now… mix together:
Now let that sit out, covered loosely, another 8-12 hours. You’re almost ready to make bread! After the 8-12 hours, stir, measure out 1 cup for making bread, and pour the rest in a glass jar and store in the fridge. Like so…
Since I’m new here, I wanted to dig back in my personal archives and share a few of my favorite photos from the past year or so. I hope you enjoy them 🙂 I’d love to hear any comments or feedback to know whatcha’ll are thinking!
|Our baby girl Zadee|
|A rare sunrise I was awake for|
|The only good thing about an ice storm…|
This stuff… This stuff is a real treat. You can’t beat homemade bread, fresh out of the oven, the whole house filling with it’s warm, heavenly aroma. Their golden tops glisten with melted butter that drips slowly down the side. I usually can’t resist having a slice (or several) about three whole minutes after it’s out of the pans. This isn’t really a typical sourdough starter… it comes out softer and sweeter than you expect when you hear ‘sourdough.’ I think (but don’t quote me on this) that it’s called sourdough more because of the method… starter, fermentation, etc. Don’t be intimidated though, IT’S SO EASY!!
I think my oldest memories of this bread goes back to my childhood, circa 1997… Peachtree Drive, a little house outside Atlanta, Georgia, visiting my Aunt. She would make this bread, then in the mornings we would have it toasted, slathered with butter, with farm fresh eggs, sunny side up. Mmm! Still a favorite of mine!
For years after that my mom would make it, off and on. We almost always knew someone else who had a starter to share, in the cases where something happened and her started died, or she decided to take a break from making it and threw her starter out. It was always pretty easy to get another one.
Enter present day – Mom doesn’t have the starter. I live 500 miles away from anyone else I know of who might have it. And I have a craving for that familiar soft, warm, buttery deliciousness. So what else am I gonna do than try and make it myself? I mean, what’s a girl to do? I dug out my copy of her instructions and started meditating…