JudyJB wrote:Remember our bread conversations?? And the fact that some of us discovered flour was in short supply? This article explains it all. https://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/fo ... ing-bread/
Thanks for the link, Judy! Interesting article. For myself (like you, I think) I have always been a bread maker, when I have had the time. For the years I was working full-time, not so much. Those days I just mostly made bread at the holidays.
The reason I started in again making bread recently is because I like to eat bread, but didn't want to be going to the store every few days to get some, in view of the current "situation". When I started, I had about 15 pounds of flour in the fridge, but soon realized that when one is baking every few days flour goes pretty fast.
I have not been able to find the normal size package of flour (5 or 10 pounds) in about a month. I have just ordered a fifty (!!) pound bag of flour from a local restaurant supply store for delivery tomorrow. Hoping the larger size might still be in stock (if it comes, this should last several months - flour keeps well in the refrigerator). This 50 pound bag is priced at around $15.00. Keeping fingers crossed!!
Talking about baking, for many years I even kept a ceramic crock on my kitchen counter with sourdough starter. I used it to made sourdough pancakes every morning. With real Vermont maple syrup drizzled over them. Heaven!!
For those not-in-the-know, a counter top crock of starter can be a bit - unexpected, when encountered by the unwary. Starter is a live culture, it is not refrigerated, you feed it every day (it is fed with flour) and it sits there happily bubbling and foaming, fermenting and giving off a bit of a pleasant, although somewhat pungent, odor.
My (ex) sister-in-law came to visit one time (she was a high-level computer programmer, definitely not the homebody type), and she absolutely raved about my pancakes. She said she had never tasted better, and she couldn't get enough of them. After a few days of scarfing pancakes every morning, she noticed the crock on my kitchen counter and, thinking it was cookies or something I guess, took the lid off - put it immediately back on - and took a quick step back.
With a look of total bewildered astonishment on her face (not unmixed with a touch of alarm), she asked: "What is that??".
I kind of looked at her for a beat or two, a bit confused myself. "Oh, that?" I finally replied. "That's my sourdough."
She stared at me. Then: "Well, this one's spoiled, right? Where is the one you are using?"
I tried not to laugh, and managed to keep a straight face. Barely. "Well, no. It's just fine. Actually, I used it to make your pancakes this morning".
LOL. Her face went pale, and I thought she was going to heave. Needless to say, she refused to eat another single sourdough pancake for the rest of her stay. The rest of us continued to eat them every morning, with relish. She would just sit there at the breakfast table, looking a bit green.
Are there any other sourdough fans here? Anyone else have a sourdough story?
Anne