|sourdough bread loaves|
Photo by J. Harrington
The first two loaves came out good enough to try it again. That time I used up a few opened packages of craisins and a handful of left-over raisins without measuring quantities. The next batch, I overdid the amount of craisins and allowed the dough too much time to rise (the top dried out). They say third time's a charm so we'll see. I've got some dried tart cherries and raisins. I just fed the started this morning and will mix the dough and do the baking tomorrow. The family seems to have a decided preference for sourdough over the artisan bread I started out with. The craisins are intended to add a touch (or maybe a little more) of sweetness as I try a blend of all-purpose and whole wheat flours in the sourdough mix. Like many (most?) of us. I get tired of doing the same thing or, as my mother used to point out to me, I don't have enough sense to leave well enough alone. That's pretty much always been true of me. Add to that the fact that I feel compelled to check the accuracy of every "wet paint" sign I encounter and life is kept interesting, even in the midst of a spell of dreary, damp, cool weather such as that that I'm not writing about. Finally, for the record, I started messing with bread and sourdough before Michael Pollen kicked interest into high gear with his Netflix series. But, I am still looking forward to reading Cooked. This local foods theme can get addictive.
By W. S. Merwinfor Wendell Berry
Each face in the street is a slice of breadwandering onsearchingsomewhere in the light the true hungerappears to be passing them bythey clutchhave they forgotten the pale cavesthey dreamed of hiding intheir own cavesfull of the waiting of their footprintshung with the hollow marks of their gropingfull of their sleep and their hidinghave they forgotten the ragged tunnelsthey dreamed of following in out of the lightto hear step after stepthe heart of breadto be sustained by its dark breathand emergeto find themselves alonebefore a wheat fieldraising its radiance to the moon
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