After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Edible failures

My first loaf of sourdough bread was great. It was a little under done, but it had great flavor and good texture. The two after that where what I will call edible failures. Yes, we did eat them and nobody complained--the resident daddy thought they were still good--but the certainly weren't fabulous by my standards.

I haven't given up. Today we are trying again. I just need to figure out the sourdough thing. I also think sourdough is a completely different animal than regular bread. It doesn't rise like regular yeast bread as far as I can tell. I also have a 1976 oven that is very interesting to work with.

Today, I'm trying again. Right now it's on its first rise. The dough was pretty and felt nice. I kneaded it by hand, which was one thing I didn't do with the previous two loaves--I cheated and let the Kitchenaid to the work. Sometimes bread can be finicky like that so I tried the manual method this time. I'll let you know how it goes.
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