From to Starter to Delish

After nearly week of tending to my freaky little yeast farm…….Image

my ever multiplying microbes survived and contributed to this yummy wheat leaven country loaf.

I left the dough to prove in a basket lined with a new/dry dish cloth as there is not a hope of getting proper proving baskets where I live and with a maxed out visa denying any internet indulgences, I had to be resourceful.


Sourdough Starters

Something I’ve always wanted to try………Image

Sourdough Starters… made from Rye Flour, the other from Stoneground Wholemeal. No fancy stuff just flour and warm water added every day for four days now. If it’s a success I will be making yummy sourdough bread…..if not I will be back to making scones (Please Note: There is nothing wrong with scones!)

The yeast is creating CO2 bubbles and kids think it’s gross….so far so good!


Fav Bread Recipe this week

Follow the link for my obsession this week, Milk bread recipes

The best way to guarantee something edible when trying out recipes….. is to keep trying out recipes!

If something doesn’t work, try it again, or find a food writer whose recipes work for you. This week I ripped out and stuck Dan Lepard’s Milk bread recipe from the guardian magazine to my fridge and have tried out the variations and the bread is yummy. Click on the link above. I’ve also included pics here of the prove.

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Nevermind, Smells Like Bread Baking

There are times when I ┬ápause, smile to myself and then carry on. I had one of those grateful little moments today while experimenting in the kitchen, some refer to this past time as bread baking, but for me it’s more scientific or demonic, one of the two, I know there’s usually white coats involved at some point. So anyway, after smiling to myself and before the white coats I was thinking how lucky I was to be born in 1978. Why I hear you asking (not in my head of course), because, if you’ll give me a chance to explain, it meant I grew up in the eighties.

Now as anyone who grew up in the eighties may remember the music was dodgy, the fashion was nasty and if you grew up on benefits like me, the only highlight of the week, at times, was a bit of home-baking. Now another plus with growing up in the eighties was the nineties. Grunge was king and we had Nirvana to pump through our portable music players and no facebook profile pics to worry about, bliss. The nineties for us was like the sixties to our parents, it’ll be another 30 years before the planets converge again or what ever heavenly cycle provides a generation with musical genius, so sorry kids you’ll have to put up with ‘Gangham Style’ for another few years.

So anyway back to the baking, I thoroughly recommend it if you’ve limited income and an aversion to eating the overpriced doughy muck from supermarket labeled ‘fresh from our bakery’. It may also provide you with some reflective moments*.

*Please note, quiet reflective moments not a guarantee. These moments may, at any time, be replaced by mild to moderate possibly severe swearing, personal injury and/or property damage.

Passes the test!