Sourdough bread might just be my very favorite food--especially when it is fresh out of the oven. But what fascinates me even more is that sourdough has a history.
this is my jar of starter.
If you aren't familar with how this works here's a brief run down. Sourdough is a living yeast and a "silent pet" of sorts. The starter is kept in a jar in the fridge and it has to be used at least once a month. Once I use some, I have to "feed" it with flour and water so it will regenerate back what was used, leaving an unending supply of what gives sourdough it's tangy flavor. Since it can be regenerated in this way, sourdough starter can be given away. By spreading the sourdough love, it actually changes the starter because it will pick up wild yeast making each person's starter unique.
this is how the dough looks after I knead it but before rising. I made the bread board out of maple wood with the help of my grandfather. I insisted on making one with scalloped edging because it you haven't noticed already I am a fan of all things cute!
My starter came from my mother, who has been making sourdough for as long as I can remember and probably the reason it is my favorite food. It is like a taste of home. When I was growing up she would bake all of the bread for our family. That must have rubbed off because I don't buy storebought bread; I opt to bake my own instead.
the bread I baked for easter dinner one plain baguette and two onion and caraway seed topped ones--YUM.
Friends: if interested I am always happy to share a little sourdough ♥!
xo CBB