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As the porridge bread received the thumbs up from the parental unit, I thought I'd have another crack at it for this week's bake. With sound advice in my head and a better sense of timing than starting to make bread at stupid o'clock in the evening, I set to it. I started out with the same recipe, scaled it up by half to give me two medium loaves and made a few minor tweaks to the ingredients, namely ditching the dried active yeast entirely, swapping the spelt in the soaker for wholegrain rye and reducing the water in the dough.

Soaker:

113g porridge oats

These steps are the ones I follow to make my daily bread.  There is always (a) a starter being fed, (b) a bowl with dough or batter in it on the counter, and (c) a basket or two in the fridge, in my kitchen. 

Can someone tell me which of these steps is unneeded or even harmful to the production of great bread?  I would appreciate any tweaks or deletions or additions that might be suggested. 

The Steps

Pour starter from its vessel into my bowl.

Add lukewarm water and AP flour to make a batter.

Let that sit for a few hours or overnight.

I'm working with a friend who is launching a new food product made with the liquid strained off oat meal that has been soaked overnight and then pureed and strained. The end result is a fairly thick paste made of ground oats - probably not quite 100% hydration, but pretty high.

I'd like to find some way to use the "waste" as an addition to sourdough bread. Any suggestions? Dabrownman, that sounds like something you might have tried...

It's more or less a "soaker" that has been strained.

Thanks for your advice!

Gail N-K

Summer has been interesting, bread-baking-wise. I went for a largely disastrous stretch trying to make higher-hydration, relatively slack doughs into bread because moisture seemed to be the key to wonderful artisan loaves. (You will note that none of those have been posted, and for good reason!) And the heat and humidity necessitated several changes to the way I feed and process my doughs, because we only use the air-conditioner as a last resort. It'll be nice when autumn really takes hold!

Does anyone out there have a good recipe for mixed berry cobbler? I would like to find one that would work with frozen fresh berries as opposed to fresh berries picked during our summer. With the fall coming, I would like to have something that not only turns out well but is a show stopper when it comes to taste!

I had fun with shaping my rolls today! They're supposed to look like dainty little roses, but they really "rose" and became too big! They are beautiful, Roses in full bloom!



They're soft, fluffy and bouncy on the inside but "soft crispy" on the outside with a nice flavor. They are like "pull-apart rolls" in roll form.

Some say he was the son of God.  Others say he was just a man.  Others, a myth.  This thought has nothing to do with that argument, but with a moment in the story of the last supper that is worth some thought.

The other day I decided to finally try some sprouted grain flour. Mixed 200g total of Kamut, Einkorn, Spelt, and white wheat, sprouted, dried, and ground. The bread was made using the sprouted flour, 100g fresh ground white wheat, 200g AP,125g natural starter, salt and water (ended up to be 73% hydration). Mixed, S&Fs, fermented for 2 hours, retarded overnight, let warm, shaped, rose  in a banneton,  and baked in a DO. The bread is very tasty but has some very large holes in it.

Hydration.  Water.  When I was a kid one summer I fell out on a tennis court in the 100 degree Florida sunshine, my body exhausted by the heat and lack of hydration.  My childhood was spent at the beach--for this family with five children, the free beaches of Florida were a perfect summer solution.  The salt water in that wild Atlantic and its neighbor, the sleepy Gulf of Mexico, always in my imagination housed Hydra--the mythical beast who grew two heads back whenever one was chopped off. 

On Tuesday afternoon a friend popped by, and we, as you do, sat there over tea and cake putting the world to rights while the rain was hammering down outside. Next thing we know it's supper time, with more tea, bread and deli. And then, at the end of the evening, there are only crumbs on the board and half a fruit loaf in the bread bin. So there I was, at eight o'clock at night trying to rectify the situation - just as well I'm something of a night owl... And I felt adventurous to boot. So instead of reaching for a set recipe, I thought I'd try putting something together on the fly.