Either way I've decided that I must secretly be a master baker (I just made the title up. Roll with me here.) and thus, I would be morally remiss if I were to spend one more day without providing my family with a never-ending supply of delicious homemade breads of every variety. Now, I say 'secretly' because to the untrained eye I would appear to be an abysmal failure as a bread maker...baker...baker-maker. For example, my latest attempts at whole wheat sandwich bread wound up here:
Yes, under the eggshells...and asparagus cast-offs; that's where that lump of doughy confectionery delight landed. I hope the fungus and bacteria in my compost heap enjoy it; I spent hours in the kitchen first with giddy delight, then peevishness and finally belligerent rage trying to craft that yeast and flour into a masterpiece. I know I can bake bread! Would someone please relay this message to the insolent doughy loaves that refuse to proof for a second time? If they do not comply I will be forced to bring in a bread machine. Nobody wants that.
Luckily, I've had some time to cool down and in true Willian fashion have decided to press forward and ambitiously master the art of sourdough bread. Which means I had to implement this little puppy:
My first ever sourdough starter. Now, from all I've read there are a million different ways to fail at making sourdough bread and the dough is known to be especially finicky. Why did I decide to wrestle with this particular culinary monster? Because I am as bull headed as that Butter-Haired Dragon and masochistically enjoy taking the hard road.
Usually I fail.
But at least I can pat myself on the back for failing at the hardest task.
So, here I go! Tomorrow this glob of yeast and milk and flour will be transformed into the best sourdough bread these taste buds have seen.
...or perhaps they'll make a nice crouton.
Film at Eleven.
1 comment:
Can't wait to see how it turns out! Next on the list: Cinnamon Bread! (mini loaves preferably) :)
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