Thursday 21 May 2020

The Texture and the Flavour

My Dad did it for years. The former Mrs S did it for a while. A number of my friends are doing it on a regular basis. Our mutual blogging chum John Medd is a past master at it. My social media platform of choice is full of photos showing the results of complete strangers doing it. I'm referring of course to the baking of bread. And now, at the ripe old age of 60, I can report that I too am belatedly getting in on the act, after giving further consideration to a comment I left over at Alyson's place last month....

'While on a birthday Skype call with a couple of friends last week, they each impressed me with tales of their respective sourdough bread making exploits. I absolutely love sourdough, but haven’t got the first clue how to make it – nor the patience to try I suspect. Also, if I did somehow manage to make an edible loaf, I doubt that it wouldn’t last more than five minutes before I demolished it! I try not to eat too much bread in general, but have little willpower where a fresh, warm loaf is concerned. 
Towards the end of his life my Dad got into baking his own bread, baking two loaves at a time – one for he and Mum to use straight away and one to put in the freezer for later in the week. It took him a very long time and lots of tweaking to perfect his own particular tasting recipe, but it was well worth the effort. The highlight of any visit home was a big toasted slab of Dad’s bread. When he died suddenly in 2007, his last loaf was left in the freezer. A couple of weeks later, Mum and I defrosted and shared the loaf, knowing that we’d never taste his bread again – it was quite a moment.'

So last week I had a go at baking my first ever loaf of bread. Fully expecting to have to chuck away my first half a dozen failures (as I recall my Dad doing all those years ago), I attempted the most simple, straight forward, plain white loaf....... and was frankly astonished to produce a surprisingly edible debut effort.


This week, still flushed with success, I, perhaps over-ambitiously, attempted a boule and added a selection of seeds into the mix. The result was visually a little lacklustre, but the seeds improved the taste considerably. The long term aim is to move on to sourdough, but patience is a virtue, I have to learn to walk before I can run.


In the old world, I was scheduled to catch up with Mark Lanegan in concert again this week, but it was not to be. Here he is with Screaming Trees back in 1992 covering The Small Faces.

Screaming Trees - Song of a Baker

8 comments:

Walter said...

Looking great and it seems like you found another profession, Swede

John Medd said...

Welcome aboard! It's never too late - 60 is the new 59, or so I've been told. Seeds are good, but sun dried tomatoes are better. Will email you a couple of ideas if you like?

The Swede said...

Thanks Walter, but I think all the bakers of this world can rest easy!

John. I was hoping to tap you for a word or two of advice somewhere down the line, when my confidence level had grown. If you have a moment, I'd really appreciate it. Two loaves in and I've definitely got the bug.

C said...

Mmmm! Oh, I can almost smell them from here!

Rol said...

That looks pretty tasty, actually Swede. Louise bought a breadmaker on the eve of lockdown.

It's still in the box.

Swiss Adam said...

Looks good Swede. Happy 60th. I love Song Of A Baker and haven't heard this version before. There aren't enough songs about bakers....

Brian said...

Brilliant photos and song, Swede. This house has caught the baking and cooking bug as well. Adam is right. Songs about bread and bakers are few and far between. Chinese Bakery by the Auteurs, Beans and Corn Bread by Joe Morris and Bread and Butter by the Waitresses come to mind (and that's not about literal bread at all). Now if we were talking cake, there would be some real corkers.

Alyson said...

Just spotted this post now but thanks for the mention. Those loaves look great so well done indeed. Not easy to get ingredients at the moment though but if anyone can get hold of them I expect you can.

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