My flirtation with sourdough has been a long distance affair since Christmas with much time being spent gazing fondly at pictures of super crusty golden loaves and of hands gently stretching out dough made with fresh yeast but with absolutely no action taking place. All of that changed on Tuesday the 15th April when I decided to be brave and take the plunge.
Following a Paul Hollywood recipe for fresh yeast, I weighed out the requisite amount of flour and water before adding one grated apple (the operation required an emergency pit-stop to pile on five padded plasters in an attempt to stop my thumb, which has a love hate relationship with the micro-planer, from gushing far more blood than I realised could possibly come from a thumb!). Blood flow temporarily halted, the picture below shows the fresh yeast at the start of the process:
I then had to wait for three days until the yeast had darkened in colour and started to bubble. The yeast must have been quite healthy because not only did it darken and bubble, it also expanded far more than I expected it to.
When the morning of Friday the 18th of April came, I emptied half as required and added more flour and water as stipulated. Apparently, I then had to leave it for another two days, however, this wasn't necessary because after returning home on Friday evening, I found that my yeast had gone a little crazy had expanded right to the top of the jar. After consulting with Dad, I was advised that this meant it was now in a state where it could be, and should be used to make some sourdough bread. Feeling rather excited by this, I decided to start the bread making process at 9pm.
Mercifully, sourdough breads take a long time to prove so I was able to leave it overnight and continue the process on Saturday. However, after making the dough on Friday and re-feeding the yeast, I found that it had once again risen in record time. As such, I had to put the yeast in to the fridge in order to halt the process until I am ready to make some more:
There is something truly magical and exciting about the smell and the appearance of fresh, healthy yeast and I feel like a proud mother admiring the continued growth and progress of my creation:
The dough is now in the proving basket and come 5:30am tomorrow I hope to have a sourdough that has doubled in size and is ready to be baked in the oven just in time for Easter Sunday breakfast - fingers, toes, etc crossed!