Updated: Mar 11, 2021
Making bread is in my blood. One consistent memory I have is seeing all the women in my family make bread. The kneading of the dough, the punching it down and the shaping of it. I was never sat down and taught how to make bread but from the moment I touched flour and water my hands seemed to know what to do. My friends will say I am known for my cinnamon buns and I take that statement very seriously. I would even call myself a cinnamon bun snob. At any given holiday or birthday at my home there would be fresh buns for guests and some were shocked that I could make homemade bread as they grew up never having experienced it or saw someone make it. I have taught many friends over the years to make a variety of breads and have always enjoyed the community around it.
Quite a few years ago I caught the sourdough bug. A guy at work would bring in a warm loaf to our jobsite and would share with everyone. I was blown away by this warm hearty loaf that his wife whipped up. He shared her recipe and I got to making. My first few trials into the sourdough world were sad and frustrating. I couldn't understand how I could make such good yeasted bread and not sourdough. I poured over cookbooks and blogs trying to find the magic answer and I was still not getting anywhere. After having thrown a few loaves around my kitchen in anger I just gave up and turned my nose up at sourdough. It wasn't for me I was going to pour my love into yeasted bread. Then a little while later my one sister was talking to me about sourdough and had asked if I still made it. I told her no and she asked why? When I explained my frustration with it she had said that was too bad. She went on to express her love for the bread. How she enjoyed eating it and something just peaked my culinary interest again. She was right it was so good to eat. I make such lovely jams that would taste amazing on sourdough toast. I could learn this skill and finally get us off of store bought bread once and for all. So I started trying again. I had quite a few flops but this time I wasn't giving up. I stopped buying store bought bread cold turkey and just forced myself to learn. I still felt as though I was missing something and happened across an Instagram account of a woman from Nova Scotia making bread and she taught classes online for a very reasonable price. I found a lot of classes out there were quite pricey and out of my budget but hers was something I could afford. I took her class and she filled in all the little bits of what I was missing. Seeing someone's hands working in the dough brought it all back to me. Armed with my new education and this feeling that I have done this before I went back to the kitchen and started making bread. My hands know what to do now. They have been here before. I am making loaf after loaf of beautiful delicious bread that I am proud of and it's feeding my family.
I have read articles where a long time ago people would make bread to sell at the market and each loaf could be identified by the markings on the bread. What bakers now call the scoring. The lines, cuts or designs would identify everyone's bread way back when, it was their business card of sorts. I loved this idea and so when I score my bread I think of the strong pines that shape my horizon and scent the air with their smell. The simple score I do on my bread signifies that I am from the land of trees.
So do you make sourdough bread? Or any bread for that matter? Do you have success at it or do you find it frustrating? If you are interested in learning sourdough bread making I have a free collection of Youtube videos where I show you how I make sourdough. There is a lot of rambling and I am certain I say a few things wrong and leave some things out and will redo these videos in the future but for now they are it. If you are looking for some good quality sourdough starter I have some dehydrated starter for sale in our farm store. My starter is one of many. A starter that has been passed down generations. My starter comes from a friend which through several stops along the way eventually can be traced back to the Yukon and a prospector who brought it up when he came during the Klondike Gold Rush. I have a deep love for the North and have always wanted to go to the Yukon even live there so when I got gifted some starter from the Yukon I felt like the starter had come looking for me. Anywho if you would like some of this amazing starter it can be found here and it comes with instructions on how to rehydrate and I also have a Youtube video on that too.