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The Sourdough Life in the 21st Century

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

We U.S. Baby Boomers have become food voyeurs. Our interest in good food consists mainly of eating it, with a strong secondary interest in watching it made.

Julia Child’s French cooking TV program showed us the way. I am happy that last year’s movie, “Julie and Julia”, motivated many people to purchase Childs’s cookbook and examine its recipes. Perhaps the family dinner will taste better in America from now on, on average, so that’s a good thing.

Yet most families will still gather around what comes out of cans and boxes bought at the store.

We Boomers vowed as youths to reject all uniform outcomes of modernity as synthetic, and reassert the individual as a conscientious actor bound by sentient consent to the natural world. “Give us simple food, lovingly hand-made from pure ingredients!” we cried. (Our downfall was to emphasize mostly the “give us” part of that. We want consistently wonderful food to come on demand, without effort. Which is how we got Starbucks. But let us rant another day.)

The natural world does not reciprocate our mythological impulses toward beneficial cooperation; it would just as soon eat us, raw. Making food from scratch consumes effort, imposes schedules, and too often fails to attain its objective. It requires mastery of skills that no longer pass from parent to child in the normal course of family life. Who has time for that, anyway?

The answer, of course, is to take the time and invest it with directed effort, to move food preparation from an appetitive utility into a meaningful activity. This is what I mean by the “sourdough life.” Call it a hobby, then, or an amateur pursuit. I borrow Michael Chabon’s assertion of the French meaning: lover; enthusiast. The sourdough life seeks forgotten food skills for the love of it.

It is a learning-centered life. Not the kind of Tuesday-night dabblers’ classes where one puts the finishing touches on a pre-packaged product, however. Craft results from study and long practice. Our modern sourdough learns from teachers if he is lucky, or books if available. Paying attention to the work is another good way to learn.

What prompted this little digression was a breakthrough with a recent batch of corn hominy. I have learned to make it well enough for my own food. Now I want to make it look attractive. And easy, a la Julia. The breakthrough? Letting the corn soak overnight in its solution of pickling lime and water. This really loosens the outer coating that we want to get off. Then warm it back up, don a pair of heavy duty kitchen gloves, reach in there and mush it around pretty aggressively. After five to ten minutes or so, stop when most of the kernels are nice and clean enough for what you have in mind.  Rinse thoroughly, pick out the unattractive few bits, and there you are.

I got the idea from an oral history of a Native American named Buffalobird Woman, written down in 1910. In the book, Native American Gardening, she details the yearly agricultural cycle of an extended family. Their standard practice was letting the corn hominy soak overnight. Bing! bright idea.

The sourdough life is not about rejecting the present for some presumptively better, earlier time. It is about recognizing the joy of craft, knowing the way of materials, reaching back for the wisdom people used to own when self-sufficiency was necessary, but carrying it forward into the present day through a greater sense of personal engagement in realizing the quality of our lives.

Tools as Toys

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

I spent this morning playing with the gifts Andrea gave me for Christmas. Practical, needful things: a baking stone and a silicone rolling sheet.

The pre-heated stone rapidly feeds bottom heat into fresh dough placed upon it, promoting the “oven spring” by which bread blooms as it bakes. The sheet makes it possible to roll-out bread dough flat and thin. It eliminates the need to sprinkle flour on the work surface. Dough sticks to it well enough to keep from sliding around, yet releases readily when it is time to bake.

For first use, I prepared my usual, whole-wheat recipe, with two modifications.

  1. Reduced the instant yeast to 1/2 teaspoon, only. Replaced three ounces each of flour and water with six ounces of sourdough starter.
  2. Set the dough in the garage to raise overnight. In winter we heat our garage enough to keep it above freezing. Slow-rise fermentation at low temperatures produces a unique favor profile in bread. This batch stayed out there about 14 hours.

Light, puffy, whole-wheat, sourdough pitas are on the menu for lunch at our house, stuffed with one of Andrea’s incredible tuna salads. For dinner, I anticipate hamburger en pita.

The risk with possessions is that we would allow them to define our identity. When this happens we feel insecure no matter how much we have, because there lies always just beyond our reach… more. The path to contentment begins with what we have and leads toward what we can do with it. The trick is to balance the quest for better skill with humility to honor the results of the day as well.

So, here is what Andrea really gave me for Christmas: the pleasure of working with dough in new ways, and pleasing her when I bake with the tools she gave me.

Light, Tall, Whole Wheat Bread

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Some of the better moments of older age involve figuring out—finally!—some vexatious detail from a younger day. For example, like every other aging hippie, I remember the “natural foods” movement of the early 1970’s. How dense and heavy were those loaves of bread made entirely with whole wheat flour!

I knew how to bake home made bread at the time. But I could never get a decent loaf using only whole-wheat flour. They usually “lost their dome” and fell flat. If I baked these disappointments, they never sprouted a dome in the oven, the way a cake would do. No, they just hardened into dense, heavy bricks. I was poor enough back then that I ate them anyway. But with every gnaw I vowed to unlock the secret and master the craft of making bread with zero white flour content.

Most home bakers I have known suffered the same problem. The most popular solution for getting a nice “lift” into so-called “whole wheat” bread has been to incorporate white flour into it. But that defeats the purpose. So I continued my quest to learn the trick of making bread with 100% whole wheat flour.

A bread machine gave me my first victory. I thought it might be that the machine handled the relatively more sticky dough better than I could by hand. More recently, I have come to believe that the machine gets its result by allowing the dough to rest following the initial mixing.

In his most recent bread books, Peter Reinhart refers to this rest period as the “autolyse”. Basically, the flour is allowed to soak up the water completely, immediately after mixing. This process permits more of the essential gluten proteins to form.

Left to rest and soak, the dough changes in important ways. It becomes less sticky to handle. And it kneads much better. I mix my dough in a stand-type mixer these days. A short minute with the paddle beater, then a 20-minute autolyse interval, followed by three minutes or less with the dough hook, and it is ready for the raising bowl. An hour later, it forms into loaves that rise to rival anything I ever created with white flour.

I learned a few other things that help in small ways. I might write later about sourdough, or reasons why to raise loaf bread inside a plastic bag. But I must say, the rest period immediately after mixing—the aytolyse—makes a big difference.

I weigh my ingredients. Most office products stores sell inexpensive postage scales that will do the job nicely. Here is the recipe I use:

   Whole Wheat Flour          15 ounces
   Water                      11 ounces
   Sugar                       1 ounce
   Olive oil                   1 ounce
   Salt                        1.5 teaspoons
   Instant yeast               1.5 teaspoons

It makes a 1 1/2 pound loaf, more or less. You probably do not even need a mixer. Stir the ingredients together in a good-sized bowl until well combined. Let sit for 20 minutes. Knead for a few minutes, until it feels strong and silky-smooth. Let it raise in a covered bowl at room temperature for about an hour, or until it doubles in volume, whichever comes last. Shape it into a loaf and allow to raise a second time until it doubles in volume or otherwise looks ready to bake. (You have to learn by experience to recognize when bread is ready for the oven.)  Bake at 350 to 400 degrees for half an hour.

If there is any compensation for all that older age takes away, surely it comes in the form of high-domed loaves of whole-wheat bread, warm and fragrant, the once-unattainable stuff of youthful yearning, cooling on a rack in one’s own kitchen.

How to Sell Potatoes: Buy Them!

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

I continue to enjoy the book I bought last week at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian, titled Native American Gardening, by Gilbert L. Wilson.

It features an oral history given by Maxi’diwiac, or Buffalobird-woman, in 1912. She described the efforts of the white government agent who tried to get the Hidatsa people of North Dakota to cultivate and eat potatoes in the early 1870’s.

At first we Hidatsas did not like potatoes, because they smelled so strongly! Sometimes we dug them up and took them into our lodges, but in winter they froze and spoiled.

The government was eager to teach the Indians to raise potatoes; and to get us women to cultivate them, paid as much as two dollars and a half a day for planting them in the plowed field. I remember I was paid that much for planting them.

After three or four years, finding the Indians did not have much taste for potatoes and rather seldom ate them, our agent made a big cache pit—root cellar, you say it was—and bought our potato crop of us.

After this he would issue seed potatoes to us in the spring, and in the fall we would sell our crop to him. Thus, handling potatoes each year, we learned little by little to eat them.

I love this story, appearing on page 119 of the book. It gives a wonderful account of how to change prejudices and traditional practices, slowly but surely. By creating a market for the unwanted potatoes, he eventually managed to invest them with a sense of value in the  minds of the Hidatsas.

The lesson I take from this story is that you have to afford people both time and opportunity to get used to a new idea if you want truly to obtain their acceptance. Cannot rush it. Middle managers of the modern world, take note!

Native American Gardening

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

by Gilbert L. Wilson, 2005, Dover Press. Published originally in 1917 by the University of Minnesota

I bought this book at the National Museum of the American Indian, on the Mall in Washington DC. The museum is part of the Smithsonian Institution. The book represents a long-sought treasure of information on native American agriculture and food production.

Longtime readers know my interest in what the Indians grew and ate. I have gleaned enough bits of lore here and there to feed my imagination. But now my knowledge gains weight by a first-hand account in detail from a woman who lived that life.

Gilbert Wilson, a sometime Presbyterian missionary and amateur anthropologist, visited the Hidatsa Indians living on the Knife River at Stanton, ND, during the years 1910-1916. His trips were sponsored by the University of Minnesota. The people whose story he recounts called their community, Like-a-fishook Village.

Wilson made friends among the Hidatsas, including the family of Buffalobird-Woman. By the time he began to interview her, the old ways had already begun to vanish from her people. Modern tools displaced ancient methods. For weeding garden, an iron hoe beats a set of antlers lashed to a stick, so Buffalobird-Woman used a hoe. But she had been born in 1839 and remembered how to use antlers against weeds.

U.Minn published Wilson’s oral history of Buffalobird-Woman’s agricultural know-how in 1917, complete with detailed diagrams of her family’s lodge and food processing infrastructure. It then lay obscure for 90 years, until Dover Press brought it back into print. Thank goodness! Nowhere else have I found such a well written, knowledgeable explanation of the large scale gardening and food preservation methods by which Indian families provided the majority of their annual nutritional needs.

The Hidatsas practiced Three Sisters gardening, growing corn, beans, and squash to provide the bulk of their diet. Fats and protein were augmented by sunflower seeds and whatever game their hunters could procure. It was a system that worked. Consider that Buffalobird-Woman was in her mid-70’s when she taught Wilson the ways of Indian nutrition.

Her lifestyle is not one that any parent would want for a daughter today. It consumed all of her time and effort just to put the daily bread on the table for her family. But do not feel sorry for her. Through these ten dozen pages comes a strong voice clearly proud of her agricultural knowledge and capabilities.

One can beneficially read this book as a how-to manual for self-sufficient food production. There is much more in it, however. As an account of women’s life in an advanced hunter-gatherer society, it gives a deep appreciation for how much our contemporary lifestyle owes to modern food production and processing methods. We would not want to turn back that, particular clock, I am thinking. Certainly, women would not.

A Food Lesson

Sunday, October 25th, 2009
At some point in the fall of the year, squirrels gather food into caches. Two reasons, I suppose. That first wintery wind tells them the time has come. And the food literally drops from trees.
The last years of middle age bring the same juxtaposition of abundance and scarcity: wisdom comes easier but time grows short.
This posting launches the discussion of food. Subjects that in the past seemed separate to me suddenly connect. At different times I have explored making sourdough bread, cooking with whole grains and legumes, slow cooking in covered pots, production gardening, and so-called “Three Sisters” gardening. The latter names a native American practice of growing corn, beans, and squash or pumpkins together.
A common thread runs through these activities, a quest. It involves continuous learning but only sporadic improvement. By “improvement” I mean skill to reliably attain a higher quality in the result of craft.
Matthew Crawford’s wonderful book, “Shop Class as Soulcraft: An Inquiry into the
Meaning of Work,” refers to this as “personal knowledge.” It is much easier to know “that” than it is to know “how.” More people claim to know good wine than can produce one.
I begin to see my goal has always been to move across that unmeasurable distance that separates a store of knowledge about food from knowing how to produce it well.  The former is the stuff of words, and what a chatty knowledge it is! The latter is the quiet application of focused effort.
Crawford describes an expert mechanic in the act of judging how much grinding the valves of an engine might need–or be able to bear. “He is relying on a tacit integration of sensual knowledge, unconsciously referring what he sees to patterns built up in his mind through long experience.”
Peter Reinhart, in his important book on artisanal baking, “The Bread Baker’s Apprentice”, explains the benefit of weighing ingredients and gives recipes based on what he calls the “baker’s percentage” for flour and water. Anyone who has tried making bread has suffered a loaf that would not rise, or fell flat, because it was too dry or wet.
He writes, “Home bakers tend to avoid thinking mathematically, but I can assure you that possession of this knowledge will strengthen your ability to control the outcome of your baking.” This idea is fine as far as it goes. However, belongs in the “know that” or “know about” category. You can read the book, study the formulas, and then talk baker’s math with the best of them.
It might even improve your next loaf, as he suggests. But to bake really good bread almost every time takes craft, which is the knowledge that comes by experience. Reinhart writes, “…my goal is to make you a spirit-of-the-law, not a letter-of-the-law, baker. This comes about as you develop a feel for your dough, adjusting as you knead until it feels just right (and you will know when it feels right!).”
What I recognize now from re-reading these and other books about food—growing it, preserving it, cooking it, enjoying it—is that only the food itself can teach the most important things you need to know. One starts with what the books know, then learns by a combination of frustration and mistakes, paying attention, and consciously adjusting.
One arrives, eventually, to the condition that Crawford describes as “efficient and self-respecting”. The evidence of ability can be placed on the table for all to judge, answering the question of knowledge with a bow and an invitation, “Taste it for yourself.”
The sourdough whole wheat bread I made today turned out pleasingly well. It had good loft and flavor. Reinhart’s teaching helped me get there, but he is right about this: the feel of the dough for a specific loaf really does tell you what you need to do. Realizing it put me into a reflective mood.
I close this posting with an update on hominy, a.k.a. posole, a product of cooking dry corn in an alkaline solution. Much writing exists to describe the making of this food. But everything I could find, even the recipes, is of the chatty kind, “about”, not “how.” Even the famous “Foxfire” books relate the folklore better than the know-how.
Briefly, the process starts with dry, “field” corn. The first step involves “working the hulls off” by hand in water to which a small amount of an alkaline agent has been added. Wood ashes or lye are common ingredients mentioned in the literature.
My problem was that the reading matter could not tell me how much “working” was needed. It took experience to figure that out. In the process I switched my alkali to slaked lime (sold in grocery stores as pickling lime, for making pickles.) I got it almost right. But for the past couple of years I have been frustrated with the appearance and flavor of my product.
Last weekend we purchased some ears of decorative “Indian” corn. The kernels are round and smooth on top, in contrast to the flattened dimple typical on the standard #2 yellow dent corn I had been using. This meant the decorative ears were “flint”-type corn, which has a different starch profile. Flint corn was also what the native Americans taught the European settlers to eat.
I made hominy with the Indian flint corn today. All my life people told me that kind was not for eating. But the corn told me otherwise. The “hulls” came off beautifully, and it cooked up with the sweet, nutty flavor described in all those tales of yore. What the corn told me, that none of the chatty “know-abouts” on the internet told me, was to use the right kind of corn. Now, we know.

At some point in the fall of the year, squirrels gather food into caches. Two reasons, I suppose. That first wintery wind tells them the time has come. And the food literally drops from trees.

The last years of middle age bring the same juxtaposition of abundance and scarcity: wisdom comes easier but time grows short. A person invests a long time to study something; it begins to make sense when there is less time left.

This posting launches a discussion of food and what it teaches a cook. At different times I have explored making sourdough bread, cooking with whole grains and legumes, slow cooking in covered pots, production gardening, and so-called “Three Sisters” gardening. The latter names a native American practice of growing corn, beans, and squash or pumpkins together.

A common thread runs through these activities, a quest. It involves continuous learning but only sporadic improvement. By “improvement” I mean skill to reliably attain a higher quality in the result of craft.

Matthew Crawford’s wonderful book, “Shop Class as Soulcraft: An Inquiry into the Meaning of Work,” refers to this as “personal knowledge.” It is much easier to know “that” than it is to know “how.” Knowledge “about” may enable a person to appreciate especially good wine; it takes a certain mastery to produce one.

I begin to see my goal has always been to move across that unmeasurable distance that separates a store of knowledge about food from knowing how to produce it well.  The former is the stuff of words, and what a chatty knowledge it is! The latter is the quiet application of focused effort.

Crawford describes an expert mechanic in the act of judging how much grinding the valves of an engine might need–or be able to bear. “He is relying on a tacit integration of sensual knowledge, unconsciously referring what he sees to patterns built up in his mind through long experience.”

Peter Reinhart, in his important book on artisan baking, “The Bread Baker’s Apprentice”, emphasizes the benefit of weighing ingredients and gives recipes based on what he calls the “baker’s percentage” for flour and water. Any would-be baker has suffered a loaf that would not rise because too dry, or fell flat because too wet.

He writes, “Home bakers tend to avoid thinking mathematically, but I can assure you that possession of this knowledge will strengthen your ability to control the outcome of your baking.”

The idea is fine as far as it goes. However, it belongs in the “know that” or “know about” category. You can read the book, study the formulas, and have enough to talk baker’s math with the best of them. It may even engender a certain arrogance of knowledge that has not yet let you down.

Knowing “that” weights matter might even improve your next loaf, as he suggests. But to bake really good bread almost every time takes craft, the knowledge that comes by experience. Reinhart writes, “…my goal is to make you a spirit-of-the-law, not a letter-of-the-law, baker. This comes about as you develop a feel for your dough, adjusting as you knead until it feels just right (and you will know when it feels right!).”

What I recognize now from re-reading these and other books about food—growing it, preserving it, cooking it, enjoying it—is that only the food itself can teach important things you need to know. One starts with what the books know, then learns by a combination of frustration and mistakes, paying attention, and consciously adjusting.

One arrives, eventually, to the condition that Crawford describes as “efficient and self-respecting craftsmanship”. Interestingly, this sort of knowledge tends to know its limits. Its product speaks for itself, “Taste, and judge.”

I bought Reinhart’s new book, “Whole Grain Breads.” It confirms a practice I borrowed from reading the timetable in a bread machine’s user manual. Allowing dough to rest and soak a while during the initial mixing stage greatly increases the strength it needs to rise well. The sourdough whole wheat bread I made today (without the machine) formed the nice, tall dome I have long wanted to achieve. Reinhart’s teaching helped me get there, but he is right about this: the feel of the dough for a specific loaf really does tell you what you need to do. I feel grateful for that.

I close this posting with an update on hominy, a.k.a. posole, a product of cooking dry corn in an alkaline solution. The Internet abounds with articles “about” the making of this food. But everything I could find, even the recipes, is of the chatty kind. Even the famous “Foxfire” books relate the folklore better than the know-how.

Briefly, the process starts with dry, “field” corn. The first step involves “working the hulls off” by hand in water to which a small amount of an alkaline agent has been added. Wood ashes or lye are common ingredients mentioned in the literature, but they lack aesthetic appeal. I had another problem, too. The reading matter that I could find did not tell me how much “working” was needed. It took experience to figure that out. In the process I switched my alkali to slaked lime (sold in grocery stores as pickling lime, for making pickles.) I had got it almost right. But for the past couple of years the appearance and flavor of my product did not fully please me.

Last weekend we purchased some colorful ears of decorative “Indian” corn. The kernels are round and smooth on top, in contrast to the flattened dimple typical on the standard #2 yellow dent corn I had been using. This meant the decorative ears were “flint”-type corn, which has a different starch profile. All my life people told me that kind was not for eating. But the corn told me otherwise.

Flint corn was what the native Americans taught the European settlers to eat. I made hominy with the Indian flint corn today. The “hulls” came off beautifully. It cooked up with the sweet, nutty flavor described in all those charming tales of yore. So, duh, Dave, ingredients matter. Every cook needs to learn that. Food makes itself better by such lessons, and its preparer, humbler.

Corn Day

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

I am happy to say that our soybean crop has been harvested and corn is underway. I offer two photos from today guaranteed to make an old farmer smile.

Corn ready for the combine

Corn ready for the combine

I peeled back some husks for photogenic purposes. Ain’t they purty? What I really like to see is the bin filling up.

Using a tractor and auger to move corn from the wagon into the bin.

Using a tractor and auger to move corn from the wagon into the bin.

Days like this one make you forget your troubles. And then, to top it off, your new cat sits on your lap while you edit the photos and put them online. Bliss…

Sourdough Redux

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

It lives! My old sourdough starter woke from its frozen slumber as powerful as ever. It was in the freezer–what, four years?

I succeeded in a long-held goal to make 100% whole wheat sourdough bread. In the past, the white-flour loaves would turn out nice but the whole wheat ones tended to make bricks. Or I could make whole-wheat with baker’s yeast but not sourdough.

This time I got a good rise out of nothing but sourdough starter, water, and whole wheat flour. The difference this time was the flour. Wheat Montana Bronze Chief flour seems to work better than the usual grocery store brands.

I think it is ground more finely. It seems to me this flour develops stronger gluten, too. Both of these properties would tend to help the dough rise better, making the holes bigger by trapping more of the gasses given off by the wild, sourdough yeast.

I was also able to produce bannock, a raised flatbread that you bake in a skillet on top of the stove. Always wanted to try that. It came out great! Now I can enjoy fresh, hot bread on back-country canoe trips.