It was a beautiful rainy day, and after several days of preparing my sourdough starter, i was ready to bake.
The previous night I mixed the barm I'd been fermenting with flour and water to make the starter. You can see it above in a plastic bag. Below, you can see how I cut it up into pieces and mixed it with flour, salt and water to make the dough.
Undaunted, I carried on, dividing it into two boules, which I also set under a towel to rise for an hour.
After an hour had passed, they hadn't rised at all, and we were late for Chinese Thanksgiving* at Fred's house, but I decided to bake them anyway. I went through the whole process of spraying and steaming the oven, and in the end, I just had to turn off the oven and hope they were done.
When we came back that night, this is what we had:
Pasty, dense excuses for bread. And when I looked inside, the crust that has formed during the first rise remained, hiding inside the loaf like an alien, ready to burst forth...
Needless to say, I will have to try this again.
*Chinese Thanksgiving. A tradition that Fred and his friends started in college, where friends get together sometime near thanksgiving and order chinese food and eat on the floor. This was last sunday. I brought a chocolate torte to get feedback on, and we ordered just about every chicken dish that the place had.
It is my understanding sweetie that when it is raining one should be careful with baking. Alton Brown, a Georgia native, has said something about it on a Food Network episode. I wish I could tell you exactly what was said, anyway. BTW good job on your 1st Thanksgiving with the in-laws. I am proud of you!!! love lots. Gretchen
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