On Wednesday last week, I attended a sourdough bread class at Kitchen Conservatory. And I came home with a bit of starter.
By Friday morning, after feeding the starter a third time, the sour, fermenting liquid was ready to become bread.
And so it was that my journey began.
I spent a good chunk of Friday mixing, resting, pulling, resting, and finally shaping what would become two loaves of bread.
Knowing I would not have time on Friday evening to bake them, I chose to let them have their final rise in the fridge, and I baked them on Saturday morning.
Comparing the photos of these to the ones from class, and also comparing the taste and consistency, I realize that I underbaked these by about five minutes. But for a first attempt, I’m not too awfully unhappy!
I already have Tuesday time blocked out to work on two more loaves!
By the way, the loaf with the more elaborate scoring went nearly immediately to Elizabeth and James and Olivette, my next-door neighbors. The gifting of bread has started.