I want to tell you about the day I accidentally dropped my entire proofed loaf on the kitchen floor, scooped it back into the banneton, and somehow ended up baking the best seeded sourdough batard recipe I have ever made in my life. Yes, really. Stay with me here. It was a Sunday morning. I … Read more
It was 7 a.m. on a Saturday when my neighbor Linda rang my doorbell holding an empty bread bag and what I can only describe as desperate eyes. I had given her a loaf of my sourdough cinnamon raisin bread three days earlier as a “sorry my dog dug up your tulips” peace offering, and … Read more
I want to tell you about the time I confidently handed my neighbor a loaf of bread and watched her take one polite bite before quietly feeding the rest to her dog. The loaf in question was my fourth attempt at a 100% whole wheat sourdough, and it had the texture of a slightly damp … Read more
I still remember staring at what was supposed to be a beautiful, rustic loaf sitting on my cooling rack and thinking, “I could use this thing as a doorstop.” It was dense, gummy in the middle, and about two inches tall. I had spent three days nursing my starter, carefully measured every gram, followed a … Read more
I still remember standing at my kitchen counter at 7 a.m. on a Saturday, staring into my Dutch oven like I had personally offended it. I had stayed up late the night before, carefully shaped what I was convinced would finally be my best loaf ever. I had a strong starter, good flour, perfect timing. … Read more
I want to tell you about the time I confidently handed my neighbor a loaf of what I called my “best sourdough yet” — only to watch her slice into it and find a raw, gummy, completely unbaked center. She was very polite about it. I was not very calm about it. That loaf went … Read more
