My mother-in-law (whom I love dearly) stayed with us for a couple of weeks about a month ago. She had come in from out of
town to have cataract surgery. While here, she commented that she would love to have some sourdough bread like we used to make MANY years ago using potato flakes. I told her I would look up the recipe and make it the next time she was in town.
Well, I forgot about it until right before she was due to come back for the eye doctor to check out the other eye. I couldn't find my original recipe I had used those many moons ago, but my google
search showed one on Allrecipes. So I decided to make the starter using http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Sourdough-Starter-I/< . I had no idea how it would turn out, but I decided to give it a go. I
wished I had thought about it earlier because it takes 5 days just to make the starter. I followed the directions and waited...and waited...and waited. I couldn't tell a thing just looking at it. In fact, I wondered if I was wasting my time and money, but
I pressed on. The last day I fed it again and then remembered to take a photo of it. It looked like this.
Then that night I moved on to the bread recipe, http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Sourdough-Bread-I/< . I added the required ingredients,
put it all in a greased bowl, covered it with a tea towel, and set it on a cookie sheet in the laundry room on my ironing board. Then I went to bed. When I got up the next morning, I wondered if it had risen. I discovered not only had it risen, but it had
overflowed on to the cookie sheet! Again, I wondered if this stuff would even turn out! Not to be discouraged, I put on some gloves and did the required 10 minutes of kneading, something I had never done before. I'm pretty positive my old recipe didn't have
that step in it. I distinctly remember the bread rose overnight in the loaf pans and then was baked in the morning. Oh well, I kneaded and kneaded and kneaded for exactly 10 minutes. Yes, I set the timer for it. The dough was sticky and pretty elastic-y, but
I didn't add any flour to it. When I finished kneading, I divided it in half, put it in 2 loaf pans, and put it back in the laundry room to rise again.
While the dough was rising, I carried my mother-in-law to the eye doctor. I was afraid the dough would overrise while we were gone. Is that even possible? At any rate, we arrived back home in 3
hours, and to my surprise, the dough still needed to rise some more. So I put the space heater in the laundry room to help the dough out a bit. While we were waiting, my sister-in-law came to get my mother-in-law to take her back home. What???? No!!! She has
to taste this bread! But it was time for her to go, so she told me to keep feeding the bread so I could make it again when she comes back in a few weeks for the actual surgery.
Well, she left and I waited...and waited...and waited until the dough looked like it had doubled in size. I put the two pans in the oven and anxiously waited some more. I thought just maybe this
bread was going to turn out when I smelled that enticing aroma, checked the clock, and saw that it was almost done. A few more minutes and a toothpick test later, and I pulled out two beautifully browned loaves. I could hardly wait to cut off the end of one,
slather on some butter, and taste it. Yep! It was worth the expense, the waiting, the wondering, the effort, and the time. It was delicious! Now I can't wait to make it again and see what my mother-in-law thinks.