My friend Ben has been making the most amazing sourdough loaves and posting them all over Instagram to make me jealous for as long as I can remember. I don’t think the sole point was to make me drool, I think he might rather enjoy sharing them with his family and eating them too. But, you know. He truly is the King of the Sourdough.
For ages I have dismissed the sourdough thing thinking that it was too much like hard work. I think it has a reputation as being complicated to make, or at least that is what I always thought. But seeing one amazing loaf too many from Ben tipped me over the edge and made me cave. I finally asked him for his recipe and he very kindly shared it with me as well as giving me a step by step guide to making my own sourdough starter. (He has since shared it over on his blog Mutterings of a Fool so do go take a look!)
This was at the start of the summer and it is fair to say that I have become borderline obsessed with making my own sourdough. It turns out that it isn’t complicated at all. It takes a little time and patience to get going this isn’t a loaf that you can whip up with no notice. But actually the slow process actually makes me love it even more. There is something about the ritual of it all that I absolutely love. Feeding the sourdough became part of our bedtime routine (or feeding The Beast as the kids like to say!)
It only takes minutes to prep once you have the starter it does all of the magic by itself really. And it really is magic. I mean how is it possible to make these amazing loaves using just flour, water and a pinch of salt? Obviously there is a scientific explanation and I could tell you all about natural fermentation and the joys of acetic acid now that I am fast becoming some sort of sourdough geek but I won’t. Let’s just call it witchcraft instead.
Have you ever tried making your own sourdough? Trust me, you’ll never go back to expensive store-bought sourdough loaves once you try this!