Grow It, Eat It

Creating a loaf

Haven’t posted much this spring, I know. Getting married and all that goes with it follows through hand-in-hand with me neglecting my garden, meal planning, bread baking and the like.

I got my hands on some more sourdough starter through a friend of a friend, and it smells more amazingly fruity and yeasty than my original starter ever did. And because with baking I’m far more courageous than I am with almost any other aspect of my life, I’m trying a new method / recipe with this new starter all at once. Fingers crossed because the dough smells divine even before proving. 

I can hardly describe the feeling of peace I have when mixing flour, water and some starter together with my hands. Sure my hands end up a sticky mess, and I usually find some dough in my hair hours later, but it’s that sense of purpose - bring together ‘things’ to make a ‘something’. I get a similar feeling when making jam or chutney or pasta or biscuits. The sense of purpose and peace and simplicity and competence (even though my endeavours aren’t always successful!)… I don’t get that a lot in other aspects of my life. This might require some further rumination.