Homemade soup and sourdough bread

Veggie soup with sourdough

For months, I’ve been watching from the sidelines as several blogging buddies have rapturously baked bread. I love eating bread, especially sourdough. Even plain white sliced can feel like a luxury, so long as it’s fresh, but if you’ll add seeds, or olives and rosemary, or cranberries and walnuts, most likely you’ve got me hooked. The trouble is, the bread I love seems to be scattered too widely around. When I caught myself driving an almost twenty five mile long round trip to pick up one of my favourite loaves, I decided something had to change. Perhaps I could bake something I would love to eat. 

I’m not a confident or adventurous cook, but I persuaded myself that getting a sourdough starter going was more like gardening than cooking, and went for it. After a week or so of mixing a little rye flour with water, a healthy-looking, bubbling mix had become my latest pride and joy. Apparently my new pet would make better tasting bread the longer I kept it going. I took that as dispensation to delay the moment of baking truth and left it to mature for longer than I care to admit.

The ability to nurture a living starter hadn’t made the idea of baking sourdough any less daunting. I learned to make tasty seed crackers (rather too tasty for the good of my waistline) with the large quantities of excess starter I was producing, but baking bread still seemed something that might have to wait until tomorrow… or the day after.

My sweetheart eventually started to hint that he found the idea of someone tending a sourdough starter and not baking any bread just wrong. That was the extra push I needed. I started to bake and after a couple of days, ended up with this:

Home made sourdough bread

It would have made sense to start with an easier recipe than this one. I can’t claim everything went exactly to plan, or that the finished loaf was one of the tastiest I’ve ever had. But it was bread: handmade from start to finish, additive-free, and raised by a thriving community of yeasts coaxed from either the atmosphere or the rye flour.

The process gave me a whole heap of extra appreciation for artisan bakers and a better understanding of the prices some of them charge. Bread making may be presented as relaxing and rapturous – and I’m sure it can be, when you know what you’re doing – but I’d underestimated the physicality of the work and the steely determination required to wrest sourdough bread from flour and water.

But was it satisfying to be able to eat both soup and sourdough bread I’d made myself for the very first time? You bet!

Shared for the weekly photo challenge: satisfaction.

54 thoughts on “Homemade soup and sourdough bread

  1. Oddment says:

    The other day, completely wilted by heat and humidity, I thought wistfully of October, Indiana’s perfect month. And here comes your October photo. Homemade bread and soup are — to me — the epitome of high living, especially in autumn. In my young and foolish years, I baked all my own bread. (Then the second baby came along.) But I could never master sourdough. So I congratulate you while at the same time chortling over your sweetheart’s comment. I must agree that bubbling starter without bread is just wrong.

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    • susurrus says:

      You do seem to move from icy cold to hot and humid quite quickly. We’re having decent weather more of the time than the weather readers would have us believe (they really don’t like to encourage us to go out without our coats unless it’s a certified heatwave) but it’s not so hot it becomes a problem. The weatherman today said the weather would be OK provided we set our expectations low. That seemed peculiarly British.

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  2. julz says:

    enjoyed reading this – like your self deprecating style – smile. have also been following your plant blogs, you seem to know a lot about them, and was wondering whether I could ask you to identify some of the plants I have in my new garden? I’ve not been blogging myself for ages, but I put one up today!

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  3. maristravels says:

    I can eat soup and bread at any time of the year, month or day. I’m lucky enough to have a couple of brilliant bakeries nearby so I haven’t had to delve into the intricacies of bread making yet. Your photo,
    However, had me drooling and re-considering tonight’s supper menu!

    Mari@

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