I want my weekends back. Some of them , anyway. I would like to have the option of not being tethered to my kitchen, with the ticking clock in the back of my mind, for most of a day off.
The trouble is, I am hopelessly addicted to whole wheat, sourdough, hearth bread. Not a good place to start. Staying up half the night during the week is not the answer either, not for me. I need my sleep.
Actually, it's 2 seeds and a nut, but the name is unwieldy enough as it is.
Digging through my freezer again... I found my mix of pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, and crushed walnuts. I couldn't resist throwing some in the bread, maybe it's the first hint of autumn in the air.
Bagels, the perfect antidote to an overdose of sticky, tempermental sourdough ryes. They may not be the prettiest bagels to ever come out of the kettle, but YUM! I don't know why I didn't try these sooner. These are going to replace english muffins as my "easy, little, single-serving bread" of choice... at least for a while. The simple fact that there is nothing sticky going on makes them a breath of fresh air.
I decided to enter a couple loaves of bread in the local fair, and thinking about having to achieve a particular result on a particular day made me realize what a sloppy baker I am. Well, maybe "sloppy" is a little negative. Let's say "happy-go-lucky," or "devil-may-care," or "possessed-of-a-certain-breezy-elan" when it comes to bread baking. Or maybe "sloppy" is the right word after all.
If ever there was a time to make a hearty rye...
When mom returns from a trip to Germany with an assortment of Brotgewuerz and mustard recipes (gotta love a mom who knows), I think that's a sign that I need to get back to some rye bread. She whipped up a few test batches of mustard, all mouthwatering, some sinus clearing, so I baked up some crusty rye.
