Bread Baking Day, Sharing The Dream

OK, I think I’ve finally made enough loaves of einkorn bread that I can tell you how to do it. Funny thing is, I’ve looked a lot of recipes and watched a lot of videos, and everybody does something different. So I have no idea who’s the expert here, but my bread is coming out the same every time, and it’s pretty darn good, so I’ll stick with it.

I had no success making bread without a starter. It was kind of dry and crumbly. So I decided to make a sourdough starter. It wasn’t as easy as making a starter from typical wheat flour. I read posts, watched videos, and my first effort really fell flat.

So I decided to just wing it, and finally ended up with a starter, which I named Betty. Apparently, it’s customary to name your starter, and who am I to buck tradition? So here’s the story:

I knew this teen, tiny, skinny little Italian lady named Betty, and Betty had the most enormous boobs you ever saw. My mom said in high school her nickname was “Bubbles”, for obvious reasons. So when my starter finally started bubbling, I thought of Betty. She must like the name, because so far she hasn’t let me down.

Anyway, first you need to get a starter going, so here’s the link to how I finally managed to make an Einkorn starter.

Once you get the starter going, here’s my recipe for making Einkorn Sourdough Bread.

Getting the starter going is a pain in the butt, but once you get past that hurdle, making the bread is really easy. Just mix up the dough before you go to bed, bake it in the morning. Couldn’t be much simpler.

 

 

Author: MOM

Cards on the table, I'm NOT a chef. Most of the time, I don't really even like to cook. But, I ALWAYS love to eat!....and I've had a lifetime of great cooks in my family showing me what good food's supposed to taste like. People are always asking me for recipes, asking what I'm cooking, so here you go. What I cook is probably as bizarre as my kids think I am. Sometimes healthy, sometimes artery clogging. Sometimes gourmet, sometimes just a quick fix to fill an empty place. Sometimes secret Italian family recipes, sometimes quick dump and stir out of cans. That's the way I roll. Take what you please, leave the rest. It's not brain surgery.