Along with everyone else, I jumped on
the sourdough bread baking bandwagon during the pandemic. Years ago, I had
attempted this culinary suicide mission with mediocre results. Looking back I think my real motivation to do it was not so much the allure of the exotic
bread making. I just needed inspiration, something to write about and the
process promised to provide sufficient drama. I know, writers are weird
like that.
Back then, I was inspired by a Complete
Idiot's Guide to Sourdough Bread I'd stumbled upon in our local library.
Times have changed since then, we all
went digital. So, one day, couple of weeks ago, as I was scrolling through
YouTube, a video caught my eye, promising sourdough for lazy
bakers. In a split-licking instant, I was hooked.
All these emotions started bubbling
inside like a healthy batch of yeast.
This is going to be
grea....! But before I could finish the thought, new more ominous
voices clamored their way in...
No, it's not going to be great. It's
going to be a disaster. Do you realize how tricky it is to make sourdough? If
it was easy they wouldn't be charging four bucks a pop for a small
boule...
But, but... they guy said that the
recipe is for the lazy bakers. I qualify!
Of course you do! So spare yourself
unnecessary pain and suffering and just go to Publix...
Somewhat perplexed by the intensity of
the opposition and the brevity of the naïve enthusiasm stage, I grabbed a bag
of white and a bag of whole-wheat flour, and pushing through the noise of
dissenting voices begun to scoop…
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