I’ve been struggling with my sourdough since I purchased some San Francisco starter earlier this spring. I was not achieving a satisfactory loft. I wasn’t baking bricks but results were sub-optimal.
So I took a sourdough class at the community college. Who knew there was such a thing?
It was a cozy group that got the bread-baking itch during COVID.
My two takeaways were:
1. Fold and stretch the dough instead of kneading it. Less rough handling and allow a 10-12 hour proof.
2. I received a gift of a 40-year-old starter that has its origins in France and landed in Algoma via a chef in NYC.
Last Thursday there was this....
By all outward appearances a great crust, good-looking ear and a nice crumb. Nevertheless, when tasted the following morning there were salty spots. I made the beginner mistake of incorporating a coarse sea salt into the fold which didn't efficiently dissolve into the dough.
That's OK though. I'll break-up the loaf and toss it into the woods for the critters. Waste not - want not.
I started another dough immediately and proofed it over night.
Inasmuch as this has become a living thing I have to give this gaseous, bubbling mass a name. The Blob maybe? During the stretch and pull phase I incorporated the correct amount of salt using ordinary, fine-grained table salt.
Here is the final result....
Great crust, good-looking ear, nice crumb and a great taste. Nailed it!
Raising a toast to Lactobacillus fermentation.....
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