flour/water/salt/yeast
Just those four ingredients: flour, water, salt, and yeast. Yet, this bread tastes like butter.
1:30AM
I definitely need to pay more attention when converting volume measurements to weight measurements. I super fucked up on how much I hydrated the dough, and the thing is, I had no idea. I thought maybe it was supposed to be so wet?
After a ridiculously messy kneading session (parts of my onesie are completely splattered with dough, and before typing this draft, I scraped a bit of dried dough from my glasses. I’m glad I bake when no one is home.), I decided to throw away the dough and start over. That’s when I realised my mistake of adding almost double the water necessary.
I now use Traditional Oven for all my measurement conversion needs.
Here is what the dough looks like after I learned of my mistake.
Better. And yes, that’s splatter from the previous dough on the wall. ::shrug::
It’s kinda nice to make so many mistakes and to realise how little I know about something I’ve been eating and feeling and seeing all my life: bread. Bread is a fucking mystery to me. How cool is that?
Here’s the dough after I kneaded it. I used a really soothing and gentle method that I found on youtube. It was so relaxing that I was worried I had overkneaded the dough.
1:47AM
I’m super impatient about this fermentation. I was rushing to restart everything, so I’m not sure I waited long enough for the active dry yeast to activate. It did foam but not tons or foam…. Still, there was foam. I should be good.
4:45AM
I just took it out of the oven to check on it. The steam that rose shocked me and I dropped it /on something clean so it’s okay!/ I did the knock-knock on the bottom test to hear for the hollow sound, and I think I heard it? But, the color of the bread is so light. I couldn’t get the oven to reach even 200°C. It’s mostly been at 170°C. It’s so temperamental.
I took the bread out about 5 or so minutes later.
5:42AM
It tastes amazing, so amazing I don’t know what to do with myself. Am I about to eat this entire loaf? I may just. fuck my life, I may just. It tastes like there’s butter in, but there’s no butter. Just flour, salt, water, yeast. My god. Yeast is amazing, how it can create so many varieties of complex flavors. Whoa nelly. Here it is.
The crust came out pretty light because of the relatively low temperature of the oven. It looks a little doughy in the upper middle of that slice, but it’s properly baked. I just cut it too soon (not cooled enough).
Here’s a close-up:
Look at all the little holes! I cut it a little too early because I didn’t really wait until it was cool to the touch. But, man, so yummy.
The urge to eat all of it has totally gone away. I remembered that I’m the one who baked it. It’s not from some expensive bakery a couple bus rides away or something someone’s grandma made. I made it. Which means I can make it again. I don’t know if it will taste the same, I mean, flavor comes from the fermentation process, and I don’t know enough/have the means to control this 100%. I like that I can’t control it for now. This means that each yeast bread will be a bit of a surprise 🙂
And yeah, I baked this while staying up all night. The all-nighter thing is a weekend ritual. My partner works nights on the weekend, and I like adapting to his schedule (means more time together). It also makes it easier for me to leave the rest for him: