I generally avoid overly fussy recipes because they are, well… overly fussy. Sourdough is not fussy. Really. Trust me.Continue reading Kalamata Olive & Rosemary Sourdough Bread
As much as I love making sourdough breads, there are many times that I realize I haven’t prepped my starter in time to do the baking I want or need to do. Bless the person who figured out how to make active dried yeast.
The first day of Lent in Greece is a bit of an oddity. For many, a strict Lenten fast will be observed in reverence to the solemnity of the time leading up to Pascha (Easter), while also frolicking and picnicking, and generally having a jolly good time!
Greeks like bread. No… we LOVE bread. There is literally a bread made specifically for every main holiday, and this doesn’t even cover the bread used daily and in religious ceremonies!
So tell me, does anyone else look at their sourdough starter and yell in a mad scientist type voice “IT’S ALIVE!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” or is it just me?
Bread has been a staple of the Greek diet since antiquity, much like in other cultures world-wide. Definitely not the place for low-carb diet trends!
Holidays are wonderful events filled with food, family, food, fun, food, food. And leftovers. Lots of leftovers.
There is something special about food traditionally made for holidays. Even though you could make it at any time of the year, you don’t because it would just be all sorts of wrong to do so.
My father’s family is primarily a mix of Scottish and Irish heritage that dates back to Colonial America at least as far back as the 1600s. By now our connection to much of the traditions of these two cultures is pretty much gone.
Kudos to the French for making great food, but seriously, sometimes I have to wonder if all the fuss is really worth it. I really, really, really love French Onion Soup, but I really, really, really am short of time most days.
My dad grew up on homemade bread. Even though my grandparents could have easily bought bread from the store, my grandma chose to bake her own. Definitely a Depression Era survivor. I remember eating sandwiches made from that delicious bread when I was younger. She would even occasionally save the heels, break them into small pieces, then let them dry out. These would become tidbits that we would take to a local park to feed the geese and ducks with. One of those geese once decided to show its appreciation by biting me in the butt. You know, roast goose makes a lovely Christmas feast.
When I decided to experiment with making sourdough bread, I started looking up information on making the “starter” cultures that were needed for the dough. Time and again, the recipes and instructions I found had you start with large quantities of flour and water, then after allowing it to sit and ferment, take all but a small amount and, get this, THROW. THE. REST. AWAY. The reason for this last step was because you would need to add more flour and water at regular periods and so if you didn’t throw some out, you would eventually have a monster bowl of sourdough starter.