Real-time, Sane Sourdough: Part 5

It is now 10:50 a.m. Now that the dough has been sitting for about four hours, it looks like this:

Mo' bubbles, mo' bettah.

It's going to get all kinds of exciting up in here now, because now we take the dough out of the pot.

Wild.

Okay, so I clear a spot on my counter (possibly the hardest part of this whole process, given my paucity of counter space) and wipe it down, then make sure it's dry and scatter a heavy layer of flour in an area of about a foot. I just use my hand to scrape the dough out of the pot out right onto the counter. Fingers are excellent tools for scraping.

Directly onto the surface of the dough, I sprinkle about five teaspoons of salt. Usually it's more like 4.5 teaspoons, but I'm making a bit of extra dough this time for garlic bread.

Anyway, I usually use plain old table salt, although this time I was out of that and just used canning and pickling salt.

Kind of hard to see white salt on white dough, but it's there.

I fold each side of the dough up and over to keep the salt from coming off, then start folding and flipping the dough. Otherwise known as kneading. Just for you, I counted how many times I folded: fifteen times exactly. I stopped once about halfway through and lifted the dough to re-distribute the flour under it so it wouldn't stick.

Sourdough requires very little kneading compared to breads made with commercial yeasts. This is one reason I like it. None of this "knead for five minutes." Five minutes is far longer than I want to knead.

Anyway again.

After kneading, I drop the dough right back into the pot:

As you can see, I don't bother washing the pot out first.

Incidentally, if you have a lot of loose flour still on the counter--I had about a quarter cup this time--sweep it back into your measuring cup to save for the next step.

And now! We wait. Again. Sourdough baking could accurately be called The Waiting Game.

To be continued . . . 

Real-time, Sane Sourdough: Part 4

Now that a couple of hours have passed, we can carry on with the sourdough. It's warmed up enough to liven up and get bubbly again. This is at 7:15 a.m.

Lively and ready to go.

Before I add anything else at this point, I pull out some of the dough to serve as starter for next time. So using my wooden spoon, I scoop out about a cup and a half of dough and put it back in the jar to go in the refrigerator.

This jar is pretty crusty, but that's a good thing.

The advantage of using the same jar over and over is that if you forget to take starter out while you're making bread--which I have done more than once--you can just put more water and flour right in the jar to get starter going again easily. The residual dough that inevitably is stuck to the sides and bottom of the jar will act as starter for your starter.

Okay, now I add more flour. As I said before, I only use white flour to make bread now, but when I used some whole wheat flour, this is when I would add it. I used just two cups of wheat flour, and I would add it first and add a little more than a cup of water to mix it in. I found the whole wheat flour the hardest to incorporate, so I would mix it first by itself with a bit of extra water, then, when it was all mixed in, add in the white flour.

At this point, I'm adding a total of about six more cups of flour. So when I was using whole wheat, that would have been two cups of whole wheat and four cups of white flour. 

Now, with only white flour, I add only about five cups of flour to start with, because I always add a bit too much water, so it's usually a little too wet. Then I mix in another cup or so of flour to get it a bit drier. 

This time I put in five cups of flour, about two and a half cups of water, and then another cup and a half of flour. You really want the dough at this stage to be as dry as possible without having dry streaks of flour in it. This requires some heavy-duty mixing and is, I find, the most taxing part of the whole process. Which isn't saying much.

If you have a stand mixer with a dough hook, I think this is where you would use it. I don't have one, and I can vouch for the fact that it is entirely possible, if a bit tiring, to mix all this dough by hand with a very study wooden spoon. This will be easier, though, if you're not making such a quantity of bread at once.

So then it looks like this:

Same as the last two times, except the pot is getting steadily more full every time.

I'm sure you've noticed that making sourdough can pretty much be summed up as "mix in flour and water, and wait." Now we're going to wait some more, but then! Then we're going to add in the excitement of kneading! And salt! WHEE!

To be continued . . . 

Real-time, Sane Sourdough: Part 3

Winter update: Disregard this step if it was on your counter overnight.

Say good morning to your sourdough! And get it out of the refrigerator.

Rise and shine! No, but seriously. Start rising, sourdough.

The sourdough will have risen a bit in the refrigerator--mostly right when it's put in, before it gets too cold--but you still need to leave it out for a few hours to recover itself. It will be too stiff and cold to do anything with right out of the refrigerator.

I just take it out as soon as I get up. Or rather, as soon as I get up, get dressed, and get water heating for coffee. Priorities.

This morning, that was at 4:53 a.m. And now, we wait some more.

To be continued . . .

Real-time, Sane Sourdough: Part 2

Okay! Time to crack on with our sourdough!

Now that it's been sitting for 8, 9, 10 hours, I do the next addition of flour. This time I did it at 6:50 p.m., although I can do it anytime between 6:45 p.m. and 8:30 p.m. That is, when I remember after dinner and before I go to bed.

Often I'll be on my way to bed and remember I haven't dealt with the sourdough, at which point I swear gently to myself and shuffle back into the kitchen to tend to the sourdough. Because sourdough has no mercy.

Anyway.

Here it is, pre-addition:

Sing it with me: "Tiny bubbles . . ."

Then I do the same thing I did the first time. That is, four cups flour and two cups water, mix mix mix until all mixed up.

Then it looks like this:

Looks familiar.

I should mention that I make all-white-flour bread, although I will tell you later at what point I added whole-grain flours when I used to do that.

And then, because I go to bed early, I put the sourdough to bed, too. In the refrigerator.

Good night, sweet sourdough.

It'll just sit there in the refrigerator until I get up in the morning. And with that, we will leave you for the night.

Winter update: I don't put it in the refrigerator overnight in the winter, because our kitchen is around 58 degrees overnight. So I just leave it out on the counter. If your kitchen is very cool at night, you don't have to put it in the refrigerator overnight.

To be continued . . .

Real-time, Sane Sourdough: Part 1

After that post in which I frankly kind of ranted about the ridiculous information online about finicky sourdough baking, A. was all, "Well, why don't you show people how you do it?"

Why don't I?

I don't usually do tutorials or give advice here because, to be honest, I don't take advice well myself. I kind of figure no one wants to be told what to do, just because I don't. But maybe you do! Maybe you have a sourdough starter hanging out in your kitchen and you're staring at these insane sourdough websites thinking, "Why doesn't someone post something actually useful that won't make me tear my hair out?"

If that's you, this is for you. What I'm going to do is take pictures and post as I go through my process, which takes two days. Almost all of that is just waiting around for dough to rise, though, so don't be intimidated.

So if you're so inclined, you could just keep madly refreshing this page and do exactly what I do as I do it. Or not. Whatever.

You ready? Let's go.

First thing in the morning, I take my jar of starter out of the refrigerator:

Sourdough starter on the left, yogurt starter on the right. The most important jars in my kitchen.

When I say "first thing," I mean "whenever I get to it in the morning." I did it this morning around 7 a.m., but I've done it as late as 10 a.m. with no issues.

This is what the starter looks like in the jar:

A bit dry and stiff right now, and not actually bubbly. Doesn't matter. It'll still work.

I make four loaves of bread at a time, so I start with four cups of flour in my big stock pot, which is what I use to mix my dough in. I like the pot because it's capacious, relatively easy to clean, and has its own tight-fitting lid.

Okay, so four cups of flour in my pot, then scrape out whatever is in my starter jar. This time it was about a cup because I used some to make the sourdough pita bread yesterday.

Starter and flour in pot. Plus the very sturdy wooden spoon I mix it with. It must be sturdy. I have broken spoons before mixing sourdough.

Then I add about two cups of water. A ratio of 2 cups flour with 1 cup water is about right. A little more is okay, though, so if it's a little wet, doesn't matter. I also don't worry too much about the temperature. My water is usually pretty cold. Again, doesn't matter. (Are you seeing a theme in my sourdough attitude?)

Mix mix mix until there are no streaks of dry flour anymore.

And there it is.

Now put a top on your container or cover it with a wet towel and forget about it until evening.

To be continued later . . .

The Making-Do Easter

"So," asked the MiL yesterday on the phone, "How do you have Easter for kids when you can't get to the store?"

WELL. Let me show you!

Dyed eggs for hunting courtesy of curry powder and paprika:

The lighting here doesn't show the yellow to good advantage. It actually came out a pretty bright yellow.

(There were originally eight eggs--two for each child to find--but Poppy and John helped me and so we had a couple of fatalities.)

Easter baskets courtesy of Miss Amelia, my mother, and the tiny store in the village:

Randomness in a basket.

My mom sent an enormous box of modeling clay about a month ago, which I've been saving and divided up into the baskets. The peanut butter cups from the village store stand in for chocolate bunnies, and there are some marshmallow bunnies and chicks (like Peeps, but a different shape) that Miss Amelia gave us over a month ago. I've never actually eaten a Peep, so I had to ask A. if they're supposed to be so . . . hard. He waved this away, saying, "They're all sugar. They can't go bad."

Right. Tooth-breaking fake Peeps for all!

Easter dinner courtesy of me.

I made two chocolate cakes yesterday to be made into a bunny cake today (stay tuned for pictures of what is sure to be the Ugly Cake to end all Ugly Cakes), along with some ice cream from the village store.

We're having lamb gyros using a rolled leg of lamb from the wether and sourdough pitas that I will attempt for the very first time today. No cucumbers for tzatziki, but I do have a bit of lemon juice I had frozen way back for Cubby's birthday cheesecake in case I didn't have lemons when I needed to make it, so I can still make a yogurt sauce for the gyros. And we have greens for a salad, plus a few of the last homemade olives (which I will DEFINITELY soak before using this time) and some anemic tomatoes to make it a Greek salad.

So that, my friends, is how you have Easter without going to the store. A little luck, a little ingenuity, and a lot of substitutions.

Happy Easter to all, and to all a good day.

Friday Food: Look! A Camel!

Friday

Short version: Tuna-rice casserole, frozen peas

Long version: Now that it's no longer an option for me to get the gluten-free corn pasta that I bought in New York, I don't bother with any kind of gluten-free pasta. So if I'm making something for everyone that normally calls for pasta, I make it with rice instead. Thus, tuna-noodle casserole without the noodles.

I forgot to put in mayonnaise, and the rice absorbed most of the sauce and was a little dry, but otherwise, this was fine.

Saturday

Short version: Meatloaf, baked potatoes, green salad from MY LETTUCE HOORAY!

Long version: Right to the most exciting part. This is the salad I made with arugula, lettuce, and green garlic:

A hastily-taken and thus out-of-focus beauty shot, but still. HOMEGROWN SALAD YAY!

It was superb, and I look forward to many more to come. Note to self: Plant more lettuce seeds.

We're almost out of ground beef (or any beef) from last year's cow, but the school Sysco program is offering five-pound chubs (grossest word ever) of ground beef so I got one of those. Or rather, I got a box of those, which is actually twenty pounds of meat.

Unfortunately, the difference in quality is only too apparent. It's disturbingly pale, soft, and just not as tasty as real beef. Still, it's nice to have the option.

Sunday

Short version: Pizza, crispy marshmallow squares

Long version: I stole some sourdough starter from the bread I was making to make pizzas, which this time were one with diced leftover Italian sausage, and one with half sausage and anchovy paste and half olive and onion.

About those olives . . .

When A. was in Tucson  over Thanksgiving, he was walking with the kids in my FiL's neighborhood when he came upon an olive tree that was dropping its fruit right on the sidewalk. He asked the kid playing in the yard of the olive tree's house if he might pick up some of the fruit. The kid told him they were poisonous, but the kid's mother told A. he could take some. She obviously thought A. was crazy, so he just gathered up a few handfuls and left.

He brought these home, and I brined them. All I did was put them right in a jar with layers of pickling salt and shake the jar every few days to distribute the salt. After a few weeks, there were edible olives.

They were still a bit bitter, but still at least as good as the ones from an olive bar at a store.

Unfortunately, the olives I used for the pizza were the last in the jar, and they were WAAAAY too salty, even after being rinsed. Should have soaked them for awhile, I guess.

Oh, and I also put some basil on the pizzas from the plants growing away in the kitchen. I still have a dozen plants even after giving a few away, so I hope to have LOTS of pesto this year.

Dessert was really Rice Krispie Treats, but since I use Malt o Meal crispy rice, I think I can't actually call them that. This is the recipe I use, anyway. It has more butter and marshmallow in proportion to the cereal, and thus, is of course better.

A. went with Jack north of here to get some hay this day, and they visited the camels that randomly live on a ranch somewhere near the hay place.

I can't help but think that Bactrian camels look like a cruel joke on the part of nature.

Monday

Short version: Elk stir-fry, rice

Long version: Last time I made stir-fry about two weeks ago, I prudently trimmed all the meat, mixed it all with the stir-fry marinade and then froze the extra meat in a couple of Ziploc bags.

After a crazy day in which I was on and off computer meetings--for the boys' school and my own work--from 8 a.m. until 4 p.m., I decided something easy was the best idea. Frozen stir-fry elk pieces to the rescue! Also half a bag of frozen stir-fry vegetables, half a bag of frozen peas, and the last small bag of cabbage I froze from our cabbages before we left for Blackrock last summer.

Tuesday

Short version: A triumphant casserole, another salad of MY LETTUCE HOORAY!

Long version: The casserole was a triumph of re-combination. First there was a layer of salsa, then a layer of leftover mutton taco meat and some leftover re-fried beans made with canned black beans Rafael gave us, then another bit of salsa, then a layer of grated cheese, then a layer with the remainder of three bags of ripped and wet (this happened somehow in transit to the tiny village store, so the owner gave them to us for free) corn tortillas fried in corn oil, then more cheese. Baked, and it was really good.

I WIN.

I also win salad, which was another of the lettuce/arugula/green garlic from outside our very door. I'm so happy salad season is here again.

Wednesday

Short version: Mutton, mashed potatoes, sauteed cabbage with onions

Long version: I think I shouldn't really call the meat from a wether "mutton." That implies very strongly flavored meat, and this really isn't. So even though it was definitely a mature sheep, we'll call it lamb.

Anyway.

All I did was trim a roast, cut it into thin slices, and fry it with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika. It was good.

Photo break! This children are digging a goldfish pond in the pasture. A. marked it out and told them if they could get it big enough and deep enough, he would build a wall around it, line it, and put some goldfish in it.

I think they're actually going to do it. And then we'll add goldfish to our crazy menagerie.

Thursday

Short version: Pork, leftover mashed potatoes, frozen green beans

Long version: This time I cooked one of the chunks of pork butt in the oven until it was tender, shredded it, and fried it with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika. It, too, was good.

This was the last of the frozen green beans. Except for the 24 pounds I picked up this same day from the school's Sysco order.

We will not be lacking for green vegetables in the foreseeable future. Variety may be lacking, but not green vegetables.

Okay, your turn! What'd you eat this week?