Win: a copy of ‘Dough’ by Richard Bertinet
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Sitting in a field by a railway line with friends, a large loaf of olive bread and some beautiful goats cheese. (One of our friends is a train buff!)
I have a recent one from this month – we tried making Rye bread for the first time. Surpassingly the flour was very economical – $2 for almost a kilo – and the sourdough starter was very bubbly and followed from Trine Hanneman’s Scandinavian Baking book, which has a wonderful section on rye breads. This bread starter involved an almost 1 to 1 ratio of buttermilk, giving it an enriched flavour. As toasts, freshly smeared with butter that melts right onto the bread, these little rye loaves were pure heaven.
My bread related memory takes me back to Morroco waking up and gently strolling to the rooftops of Historical Essaouria eating crispy, soft Meloui bread. Dipping it in sweet honey and enjoying with a hot steaming cup of green mint tea. Bliss!
Enjoying a simple goats cheese, baguette and charcuterie picnic with my wife in Yorkshire.
Sitting round the table with my family & slicing a warm from the oven brown soda loaf for us all to enjoy with butter & homemade jam. Yum!!
My local sourdough bakery used to make a gorgeous Prune & Walnut loaf. Soon after I nearly broke a tooth on a stone, they discontinued selling it 🙁 great shame, I wonder why! I hope this combination’s on Richard’s radar.
My girls wanted to make bread which I had never done before. So we decided to make foccacia. When it came out of the oven the look on their faces was priceless.
My favourite memory reaches a decade ago when I first went to Provence. Staying in a villa with a private farm, every morning the farmer would bring a few amazing artisan loaves. I would only add butter, it was an absolute dream!
My favorite bread making recipe memory is my mom and my 2 year old daughter kneading the dough and flour all over both of them. They were laughing and having such a great time. My mother is no longer with us and my daughter is 31 and has a baby of her own now. We still talk about baking bread that day and brings tears back to our eyes. I have a photo too along with the one that is in my heart.
My bread memory must be in the late 80s-90s when in Saudi Arabia, just nipping down to the local takeaway, to get Arabic bread just out of the clay oven, with a bean dip to eat it with or a bag full of lamb and rice, Heaven on earth.
My first homemade sourdough loaf! Was so tasty with butter whilst warm and couldn’t believe I had made it by myself!
I spent most of my childhood in Malta and although it’s many years since i’ve been back i can still smell and taste the wonderful rustic bread of that island.
Growing up during the 70s there were various strikes and in particular I remember a bread strike – hard to believe that now! I recall being in my Nan’s kitchen while she was baking ’emergency bread’! I can’t remember anything about the recipe but guess it must just have been some sort of basic white dough. I do remember it tasted good though. She would even get up early on days when we had a family outing to bake rolls for the sandwiches we too with us. Not hard to see where I got my love of baking, is it?!
My grandmother made the most amazing feather rolls every year at Thanksgiving. She had an old school Tupperware mat that she used to roll them out on. I loved watching her stout fingers roll each triangle into a crescent shape and I will never forget the year I was old enough to help and she was old enough to need help. That rolling mat is now mine and I love continuing that bread tradition with my family.
I grew up on a small ranch in eastern Colorado. The memory of the bus dropping me off, running into the house, changing into my denims and boots, running to the kitchen and on the table was always a loaf of homemade bread, butter and jam. I would cut a slice of bread, slather with butter and jam, then out to the barn to saddle my horse and get to my chores. Sometimes I would sneak an extra slice with jam for the dogs!!!
The memory of shopping for bread as a kid with my mum, the warmth of the freshly baked large wholemeal I was allowed to carry, and the joy of breaking off bits of crust to nibble on as walked home.
My memory is of being a kid and shopping with my mum for bread, being allowed to carry the paper bag with the warm, freshly baked large wholemeal, and the joy of us sneakily breaking bits of crust off to nibble on as we walked home.
Enjoying fresh baguette bread I’m France every morning, I have it with soft cheese, yum ❤