Two sourdough rounds
Mixed: 7:45 am (but first I activated the sourdough starter, as an experiment the evening before, by mixing in some fresh water and flour)
Molded: 4 pm same day
Baked: 6 pm same day
I’m still in experiment mode when it comes to making a genuine loaf of sourdough. With my oven pitching fits, I figure, why not fiddle around with the dough and just see what happens?
So, I mixed and kneaded, waited and waited, and molded and waited some more. Sourdough is the perfect fiddle dough. I like that the heat or cold or humidity of the day dictates when the bread will be finished. Sourdough is Adventure Bread.
Anyway, despite having to bake on convection, when I pulled the bread out of the oven it was beautiful.
Who to share with? At 6:45 pm, it’s quite late to run out into the street and find hungry folk. It’s already dark here at that time, and though I contemplated just sitting on the curb to wait for someone to walk by–someone who had an “I-could-use-a-nice-loaf-of-freshly-baked-bread” look, I decided to ask for advice instead.
I asked my husband. “Where to–left or right?” I was thinking that I’d just strike out into the neighborhood until I found someone.
But my husband is not a black and white thinker. “How about straight ahead?” He flashed me a smile.
“Okay,” I said, “Jack or Cindy?” (Since we don’t sit directly opposite one house, but sort of opposite two.)
So, I tracked down a penny and tossed it into the air. Tails. Tails meant Jack.
Knocking on Jack’s door I was sure that he’d already had dinner. But, once again, the Law of Giving, which I’m slowly getting to know, proved that indeed Jack was hungry for a warm loaf of sourdough.
Onto the next batch!