Photo: Great grandparents at their farm in Blandinsville, IL, with five of their six children .. my grandpa was yet a twinkle in grandma's eye. Stable boy and governess also pictured. Hodges farm, circa 1903-4

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Accidental Sour Dough Bread

The most wonderful bread popped out of my oven this morning.  While admitting to having a hormonally challenged day on Monday, I made a batch of bread and forgot to add the yeast.  I discovered this when, after two hours, the dough hadn't expanded in the teeniest bit.  Not wanting to throw it in the trash, I decided to kneed in the missing yeast.  I gave the dough a good buttering and covered the bowl with a (recycled) plastic bag AND a dish towel.  It sat all yesterday ever so slowly expanding.  I think I punched it down once or twice.  By bedtime (Tuesday) .. it was a nice height .. but I forgot/ran out of time to bake the bread.  Early this morning (deranged and lacking sleep) I divided the dough in two rounds and set it for a final rise.   Heaven .. it gave off the most nutty rich sourdough scent to my entire house.  The bread has that sheen that a good commercial loaf is famous for.  This may be my new easy method of making sourdough bread .. without having to mess with a starter (only next time I won't be getting up in the middle of the night to bake it).