Sour Dough Spelt

I wibbled about baking the sourdough yesterday – by the time that it was almost ready to bake there was no way to fit in a meal that would enable us to try it fresh, so I popped the proving baskets into a very cold room and got them out first thing this morning.

The good news was that both loaves had nicely risen to the basket rim. The bad news was that I probably did not add enough flour to the cane basket, the dough clung on quite tightly and had to be persuaded onto a baking tray. I also think that I should have got them closer to room temperature before popping them in the oven.

We tackled one loaf for an early lunch, with some Wensleydale and some honey-roast ham.The bread is very flavoursome and has a really good crust. It is far more sour than I had expected and tastes positively yoghourty. I could tell at a glance that Mr L was not sure about it. I suggested adding the sweetness of chutney, which he did and I tried it too. We both agreed that it brought balance and made the bread more enjoyable.

Overall, the jury remains out. I think it is a taste that must be acquired. It is worth trying other flours and other sough dough methods – I’ll be doing Richard Bertinet’s next, as I think that the addition of honey will produce a loaf closer to Mr L’s tastes. Me? I think that I could grow to like this one very much. One point that I did make was that it could be a dieter’s friend. The bread has so much flavour that I found it deeply satisfying, almost like hard work to eat it,  and think I’ll be far less likely to eat more of it than is good for me. I love the crust —  and the crunchy hemp seeds in the crumb.

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Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

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