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Many years ago I attempted sourdough starter and bread which resulted in bread that we never wanted to eat again.
The picture above is day two of following Heavenly Homemakers sourdough guide. Looks like her picture, things seems to be going fine. I continue on through day 7:
On day 7, I take 3 cups to make the first bread, and then transfer the remaining starter to a jar to store in the refrigerator.
And let me tell you, it sure smells sour.
Proceeding with the recipe, I mix, knead and shape 3 loaves. Since this is a natural yeast I’ve just cultivated (or tried to…), the recipe reminds me that it may take 3+ hours to rise. So I set one in my warm cupboard, but the other two won’t fit.
I pondered this and decided the mantle above the wood stove would be the warmest place.
I cooked the one loaf I had in the cupboard for dinner that night. Sorry, no pictures. I’ll just say it wasn’t lovely. However it was dense, flat, and with a crust so hard I could barely get a knife through it.
Ah…visions of our lovely artisan bread was floating through my mind. Which does taste more sour the longer it is in the fridge…shouldn’t that count as sourdough?
Anyway, I promptly forgot about the other two loaves. Oh dear.
I didn’t remember them until about 2:30 the next afternoon, a full 24 hours after I had set them on the mantle.
Oh my gosh, I had never seen anything like these things. But being a person who can’t throw things away, I baked them up.
I’m laughing my head off looking at these things! Have you ever seen anything so funny? Brian thought they looked like UFOs.
And hard? They could easily be used as objects to practice discus throwing.
What is going on here? The tops were hard when I took the towel off the dough, but I though I should slice the tops anyway, just in case the dough would puff out.
No need to worry about that. And no, that’s not raw in the center- it just stayed looking that way even after being cooked.
We did try a piece, and they were only a bit more sour than the loaf I cooked right away. But, oh my gosh, the crust was so hard I feared for my dental work.
My son’s comment was something like, “well, I hope you’re not putting that on your blog.”
I guess he doesn’t get it. That’s what blogs are all about. Sharing the things that didn’t work as well as what did.
And laughing. I’ve been chuckling for a day over these things.
Have a fine Friday!
This is linked to Finer Things Friday.