Well, hello there!
Yup, yours truly took a little hiatus from blogging and man did it feel good, but what feels even better is being back. I missed all your pretty faces. A lot happened in May. For instance, my sister had a baby and I turned 36! Sadly, there will not be a recap. Instead, we’re diving right into the fact that I made homemade sourdough bread.
YES, I made SOURDOUGH BREAD from scratch!
I can’t hardly believe it, but it happened and it was a process. So how did it come about? Well, about a week ago we were at the beach, with friends talking about making Kombucha, and one of the dads mentioned wanting to attempt making sourdough bread from a starter. I was intrigued. Intrigued enough to go home and google sourdough starter and proceed to make a starter.
For the next five days, I grew wild yeast above my refrigerator. Every day I fed it equal parts flour and water. Friday night, I prepped the sourdough starter for baking. Did I mention it’s a process? The magic happened on Saturday. Over the course of the day, I tended to the dough, let it rise then repeated over the next few hours. YES, a few hours!
Once the dough was ready, it was time to bake. Before I knew it, I was enjoying a fresh slice of sourdough bread. You could say I’m now sold on sourdough bread from scratch. While the bread wasn’t perfect, nor anywhere near bakery status, it was good for the first attempt.
So what am I doing with four loaves? Duh, eating a slice with every meal. For instance this morning I made avocado toast with eggs. Tonight, garlic bread. Tomorrow who knows as our options are truly endless. Oh and I totally sliced two loaves up and froze them. That sourdough bread life, though!
I will now be making all the bread! Who wants a loaf?
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