Let’s Get this Bread-stories from the kitchen

this is gonna be long…cuz well, this journey has been going on for a while now…..so come on, let’s go.

So my kiddies have suggested that I need to input a post in here on my travels inside my kitchen, mainly with bread, and I always listen to my peeps. (If you read my references to peeps, I am not talking squishy marshmallow, but walking, talking, breathing kids that just happen to be mine -well hubby did have something to do with it). Gotta give him credit where it is due!

Journey in the kitchen started when I had to stand on a stool in my grandma’s kitchen and take strict direction from her to do this and that, and I had to wear an apron. To this day, I wear an apron. One of my faves says, “oh the truffles I have seen” when it should say, “oh the truffles I have eaten!”

to be true to myself, I love to eat. I love food. I love to snitch the last bite, slurp the final slurp, and clean up is really about cleaning up and eating up the last dredges of a good thing. Don’t let any one tell you otherwise. Now I am not saying be the big pig but darn, do enjoy what you enjoy-and don’ t feel the need to apologize, cuz that is useless.

“Gluten free has just become a way of life-don’t fight it”,

says me

Here it is, my newest venture into the field of bread. It started because my oldest brother Richard went into the sourdough field, and darn that just irked me that he did and I didn’t. I tried to learn from him one Thanksgiving but alas, I was not a good student, and I felt overwhelmed by it all. Leaving it in his hands, I just ate it. What yummy goodness that was- but it wasn’t by my hands, hmph! Then Easter rolls around and we are all at my brothers home in CA and we all decide, ok, show us the bread. And he did. But, I still could not fathom me doing this. Yet, hmph, my other brother did. There they were, two boys doing what I really wanted to do, but my brain just scared me off it. Dang it. This was not happening…but it did. Then, ah ha, Thanksgiving rolls around again and my brother sends me some dehydrated sourdough starter from his stash. Well! That’s what it took, and then, my other brother made personal videos of all the steps and I was in-like-flynn! Since then, I have created my own flavors, my own style, and I ab-so-lute-ly love bread. I mean, who can resist fresh bread slathered with a schmear of good, cool butter? Better yet, toast it, schmear it, some homemade jam, slices of heaven! My hubby goes through a loaf a week if I let him.

getting ready for the farmer’s market

from sourdough goodness that I can’t eat to sourdough greatness that I can! whoop whoop

VOILA, here it is, the gluten free sourdough. Thank you niece Michelle. She started the journey and fired me up at…you guessed it, Thanksgiving. Sheesh we eat a LOT turkey weekend- no joke. I have now come up with some of my own GF versions that have rocked my GF world. This is buckwheat with golden flax seed and millet seeds. Game changing for me, and I actually share it with my celiac mother. Can you say, love my bread now and my hips are telling me “tru dat”!