On January 6, I began my starter for a sourdough bread recipe that I had found online. Last night, I made a batch and let it rise overnight in the oven. This morning while making coffee, I punched it down and put it in to bake. Another 20 minutes and I should know if I did everything right. It's supposed to be simple, right?
It smells wonderful.
Cloudy and 32 degrees. What happened to the sunlight we were promised?
I've got a few errands to run today, three more jobs to apply for, and I really have to start sorting these seeds for the swap I'm hosting. I promised to start sending them out on Wednesday. I'd like to get 5 packages a day mailed. Everyone should have their seeds back in early February.
Now where's that coffee I made?
10:06am - The bread is done. Doesn't taste exactly as I had imagined, but it's decent. Hopefully it will get better as the starter gets some age to it.
2:29pm - 39 and cloudy still. I know what I should have done with the bread. I let it rise overnight in the oven with just the light on. I should have baked it without rekneading it. Instead of a light and fluffy bread, I got a solid chunk of cooked dough. The texture inside is close, but the outside is hard as a rock. I think I also baked it too long.