A while ago I decided I will start baking sourdough breads based on a levain starter.
I did everything from scratch – starting with catching wild yeast from raisins by making what my husband called hooch (but that really just is raisin yeast).
From the raisin yeast you make a mama together with some flour. Then you take the mama and mix with some more flour and water and make a chef. A part of your chef is then used to make the levain the day before you intend to bake.
This morning, I brought our my levain cut some off and made dough for 4 breads.
Already when I was cutting off the levain, I had this gnawing feeling that I used far more of it last time I baked. But did I go and double check the recipe? Nope.
So I put the two first breads into the oven, on the nice baking stone we have, and I sprayed plenty of water into the oven to create a great crust.
And after about an hour they come out… very small.
They just look like two round rocks.
And they are heavy.
These breads are possibly suitable as a throwing weapon. I complained to the husband and asked him to take one of the beads in his hand – and he couldn’t even pretend that it was anything but a hilarious failure of sourdough baking.
What can I say. Today was not my day.
I’ll make a new attempt tomorrow.
And try to not think about that I spent 6 hours of my day making and caring for a dough that ended up in the bin.