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Potato Flake Sourdough Starter

Weeks after I posted a teaser on Facebook about starting a new batch of sourdough, I’m finally posting all the recipes as promised.

The original starter came from a talented cook at First Lutheran, who got it from a lady at Concordia Kingsport (I think), and it had been passed to the ladies of the congregation for years. Somehow, lightning struck us all at the same time a few years ago–I was sick/pregnant with Jonathan, one lady was having radiation for cancer, another lost her husband, yet another was out of town–and we all let our starters die.

If you know anything about sourdough starters, you know that older is better. The yeast is stronger and more complex, and some starters from San Francisco and Italy are a century old or more. How cool is that?

So starting over means the starter won’t be as good for a long while, but I miss the bread, and I miss the weekly routine of baking something from sourdough.

Here’s the first batch. It didn’t rise as high as my old sourdough (see above re: weaker yeast) but it tasted fabulous, with a beer tang from that extra boost in the starter batch.

And here are the recipes. Since this is my personal blog and I’m not trying to entice anyone back, I’m going to post them all in one ginormous post instead of spacing them out over days or weeks. I’ll just tell you that I developed the muffin, bread, and pancake recipe based on recipes I found online and fixed up for my taste and to accommodate the liquidy starter. My favorite, after the bread, is the blueberry muffins (cranberry in the winter) but the kids love the chocolate cake.

Sourdough Starter (first time)

1 c warm water

1/2 c sugar

1 package (2 1/4 t.) dry yeast

3 T instant potato flakes

Mix ingredients in a clean quart-size canning jar and let sit on the counter for two days with the cover slightly loose to allow gas to escape. You should see bubbles form in the starter, and it should smell pleasantly tangy. Refrigerate 3-5 days, then feed starter (see directions below) and let sit out 12 hours before making your first batch of bread.

NOTE: Don’t let the starter come into contact with the metal lid, and use a plastic spoon to stir.

 

Starter Feeder

1 c. warm water

1/2 c. sugar

3 T. instant potato flakes

Dissolve sugar in water and potato flakes. Add to starter, let stand on counter top 12 hours before making bread. Refrigerate after until you’re ready to use. Feed the starter at once a week, or every time you use some.

 

Sourdough Bread

6 cups bread flour

1/4 cup sugar (optional)

1 tablespoon salt

1 cup starter

1/2 cup oil

1 1/2 cups warm water

Mix all ingredients well. Place in a large greased bowl and cover; let rise 12 hours. (In winter 12 is about right; in summer it will double faster, depending on the room temp.)

Knead 4-5 times, then divide dough in half and shape into loaves. Place in greased loaf pans; let rise another 12 hours. (Same as above; in summer this will go faster.)

Bake 350 for 30-35 minutes. Bread is done when you tap it and it sounds hollow inside. Cool, slice, and serve with butter.

 

Banana Sourdough Bread

2 cups flour

3/4 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 cup butter, softened

1 cup sugar

1 egg

1 cup mashed bananas (about 2)

1 cup sourdough starter

1 teaspoon vanilla extract or grated orange rind

3/4 cup chopped walnuts (optional)

Preheat oven to 350 F. Stir together dry ingredients in a small bowl. In a mixer, cream butter and sugar; add egg and beat well. Add bananas, sourdough starter, and vanilla and mix until combined. Stir in flour mixture just until combined and fold in walnuts.

Pour into a WELL GREASED loaf pan. (If it’s not greased enough, the bread will stick.) Bake for 55-60 minutes or until a wooden pick comes out clean. Cool to cold before slicing.

 

Chocolate Sourdough Cake

This cake is nothing like boxed mix cake—it’s rich, moist, and chocolatey. The cocoa powder adds extra chocolate flavor and richness.

6 tablespoons butter, softened

1 cup sugar

2 eggs

4 ounces bittersweet chocolate, melted and cooled

1 cup sourdough starter

3/4 cup milk

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 3/4 cups flour

1 tablespoon cocoa powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

Preheat oven to 350 F. Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs and beat well. Add melted chocolate and mix thoroughly. Stir in sourdough starter, milk, and vanilla.

In a small bowl, mix flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, and salt. Fold into the wet ingredients and stir until smooth. Pour into one greased 9-inch square cake pan or two greased 8-inch round cake pans or. Bake 40 minutes for square pan or 25 minutes for two pans, or until a cake tester comes out clean.

Serve plain, with whipped cream, or frosted with sour cream chocolate frosting. (Basically a mixture of melted cooled chocolate chips and sour cream, whipped until smooth.)

NOTE: THE ONE PAN MAKES THICKER DELICIOUS CAKE, BUT THE TWO PANS BAKE MORE EVENLY.

 

Sourdough Blueberry/Cranberry Muffins

1 cup white or wheat flour

1/2 cup sugar

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 egg, lightly beaten

1 cup sourdough starter

1/4 cup oil

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 cup fresh or frozen cranberries or blueberries

Preheat oven to 400 F and spray 12 muffin cups with cooking spray. Combine dry ingredients in a small bowl. Combine wet ingredients in a medium bowl. Add dry ingredients and stir to combine.

Spoon into muffin cups and bake for 15 minutes or until done.

 

Sourdough Pancakes

Adapted from a Food Network recipe. Here’s another way to use sourdough starter when you don’t feel like making bread. This can be made with straight white flour too.

1 1/2 cups flour

1/2 cup wheat flour

(or 2 cups white flour)

2 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking soda

2 eggs, beaten

1 cup sourdough starter

1/2 cup milk

2 tablespoons oil

Combine dry ingredients in a medium bowl. Add wet ingredients and mix until blended. Let sit for about 10 minutes. Heat a large frying pan over medium heat. Spray with cooking spray. Measure batter by 1/4 cupfuls and cook until done.

Cake pops for Kate

This little girl

is turning nine on Tuesday. Since I just interviewed Bakerella, inventor of cake pops, for a story, we decided to make some to take to school for her birthday.

We started by baking a cake and then crumbling it into a big bowl.

Then we added frosting (we made our own from cream cheese rather than use a can) and mixed it up.

Then we rolled the cake-frosting mixture into balls and stuck them in the freezer for awhile.

When they were hardened up, we dipped them in candy coating. Kate chose some pretty cool colors.

Sophia demonstrated Bakerella’s wrist-tap technique, in which you tap your wrist with your other hand to get the excess coating off. If she’d been doing it on her own, she would have just banged the pop against the glass until the cake fell off. :)

Kate put the finished pops into styrofoam to dry.

The purples turned out pretty well.

So did the greens.

Then the girls scattered and left me with this.

(And you haven’t even seen the floor.)

Not many of you should become teachers

In our new congregation, I’m working on learning names, faces, and stories. I’ve dipped my toe in the volunteering waters by signing up to bring a pan of lasagna on Sunday for our family’s welcome dinner, and pots of soup for two soup suppers in Lent. That’s it so far, because I want to see where the holes are and–as importantly–see if I’m the person to fill them.

At First, it was easy. There were needs in areas I’m good at, and it was a simple thing to step in and volunteer. Here, I’m afraid they need help in two areas many pastor’s wives are typically talented in, but for which I’d get a big fat F: playing piano/organ, and teaching.

When it comes to teaching, I stick with James.

Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness. For we all stumble in many ways. And if anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle his whole body. If we put bits into the mouths of horses so that they obey us, we guide their whole bodies as well. Look at the ships also: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things.

James 3:1-5

Scary stuff, eh? I’d rather leave teaching to the pros.

But I do love to cook. One of the ladies told me I must think all they do at Praise is eat. I told her, “You have no idea how much we love to eat. We will fit right in here!”

 

Hello, potluck.

 

Happy thoughts

After yesterday’s post, I thought I should turn my thoughts in happy directions. Sometimes it’s the little things, like being able to eat again after a stomach virus. Like being able to eat this fresh, grassy olive oil sent to you as a Christmas gift from Jordan Estate winery in California.

 

Then there’s the bemusement of watching your 18-month-old son discover that he, too, can open Christmas presents!

 

And finally, the inside joke gift from your good friends in Maryville* (pronounced “Murvul”):

* Not intended to imply anything one way or another about the call. Just sayin’.

It’s all over.

So far this month, we have had

  • Preschool Tree-Trimming Party and Concert
  • Three kids’ birthday parties
  • One grownup birthday party
  • UT graduation/open house
  • LWML cookie exchange
  • Kate’s piano recital/party
  • Campus ministry party
  • K-8 Christmas Concert
  • After which, Derek and I snuck away to go hear a band! In a bar! After 9 p.m.! (Really.)
  • Party/gathering for visiting Principal candidate
  • Bell choir concert (plus extra rehearsals)
  • Church live nativity
  • Kids’ church Christmas program

At these gatherings, I ate approximately

  • 2 pounds of cake
  • 1,600 cookies
  • 5 bags of chips and 2 cartons of dip
  • 4 containers of Chex mix

And drank about

  • 20 bazillion glasses of wine, eggnog, milk punch, and church lemonade

And gained

  • I’m afraid to look, but am definitely going on detox in January

Our counter contains

  • Several packages of fudge
  • Homemade cookies and pumpkin bread
  • Chex mix (which I cannot stop eating)
  • A box of truffles
  • Three boxes of Santa chocolates
  • A large tin of sweets from Swiss Colony
  • And I forget what else, but everything is a lovely, thoughtful gift from our wonderful church members.

Our fridge contains

  • Spinach and balsamic vinaigrette

The kids’ presents are on their way from Amazon.com, I’ve worked out menus for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, my last two mosaics have been grouted and are drying on the counter, and now I can sit back, stop staying out late and reveling, and remember that it’s Advent, and prepare for Christmas like we’re supposed to all along.

Oh, and maybe I can squeeze in some work, too. And a workout or ten.

 

“Advent”

What I’m doing this week:
  • Trying to keep the steam rolling under the piles of work rather than have panic attacks over it.
  • Scheduling more Christmas events into Advent than humanly possible, and hating it both because it’s liturgically wrong and because I’m an introvert who can only handle so many social gatherings in a month.
  • Making a summer no-bake cheesecake.
  • Reading through several hundred pages of materials in preparation for my December CPH board meeting.
  • Keeping up on piles of laundry and getting ready to deliver my semi-annual “stop being lazy and throwing clean clothes into the wash” lecture to the family.
What I wish I were doing this week:
  • Making Advent wreaths with my friends.
  • Baking cookies, or at least a wintery peppermint-chocolate cheesecake.
  • Listening to the Kantorei sing Advent hymns.
  • Reading mind-candy books under the twinkling lights.
  • Finishing my mosaics.
  • Watching “Love, Actually.”

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

After working all morning, I’m busy making pies, setting up the house, and otherwise getting ready for a lovely Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving is one of my favorite moments of the year, with the bluegrass playing in the background and the kids running around the kitchen helping me cook (aka licking the bowls).

My mom made this video based on the hymn, “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come.” Watch it. The music and artwork are beautiful.

I’m thankful for so much, this year and every year. Our wonderful church and church and school families, our real families scattered all over the world (I wouldn’t have to say that, except for my dad!), our beautiful house that I’m still in love with six years later, this gorgeous city, my amazing husband and kids…. I could go on and on, but I have to go check my pies.

A happy and blessed Thanksgiving to you all.

M&M Turkeys

Coming on the heels of my “I’m not crafty” post, I realize the following is ironic. But.

  1. I’m still not crafty.
  2. My mom taught me how to do these. I never would have made them up myself, but they’re easy so even I can do them.
  3. The girls love making them, too. (I think the M&Ms have a little something to do with that.)
  4. I like the 70s look of them. A wiggly eye on orange, red and yellow pipe cleaners…can you dig it?

Behold our M&M Turkeys, made for each attendee (all 23!) at our Thanksgiving feast this year. [Disclaimer: I take very little responsibility for the weirdness in the photo colors. The counter seems to alternate between  bluish and brownish hues. I'm blaming the different times of day/lighting.]

First, we assembled our materials, which consist of cut-up pipe cleaners and model heads from previous years.

Next,we roll the orange pipe cleaners into heads and glue on the gobblers and beaks.

Here come the eyeballs. We got a little carried away with the size this year, so the turkeys look bug-eyed. They’re probably in shock that they’re about to be eaten. You can see the “normal” size at the top of the picture.

The girls are having fun, and we haven’t even opened the M&Ms yet!

This is more like it. Measure out 1/4 cup of M&Ms into tulle. Pop an M&M into your mouth with every measure, just for good measure.

Tie them up….

and we’ve got 23 of these cuties.

(Plus one angry little boy who saw the M&Ms and Did Not Understand why he couldn’t eat them all.)

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Random Tuesday brain dump

Approximately 4 years ago.

I have a love/hate relationship with seasonal kids’ clothes. On one hand, the kids get so excited about new clothes. As well they should! They get new wardrobes every fall and spring, unlike their parents, who sometimes drag out sweatshirts and shorts from high school (Derek) and college (me). But double sadness sets in when I see Sophia wearing Kate’s old clothes; first, how did Kate grow out of these things? It seems like just yesterday she was a cute little five-year-old with short blonde hair wearing pink heart pants and purple crocs. Second, how did Sophia grow into these things? It’s not possible, because she is still my baby.


Which leads me to…Jonathan is transitioning from a baby to a toddler. I wasn’t going to believe it, but my weekly Babycenter emails say so, his growing body, new words, and insistence on his own way say so, and most of all the fact that he now runs everywhere steadily on his feet instead of weaving around like a drunken sailor says so. Boo hoo. Luckily, he’s still a great little cuddlebug.

I was so happy yesterday when UT called to say they were letting me into law school. I won’t actually be able to make a decision for months yet, when they make scholarship awards, and, well, to put it mildly, planning is part of my DNA. But it’s a relief to know that, if nothing else, law school is officially on the table.


A friend from church gave me the most adorable gift ever: a Redneck Wine Glass. I’ve been told by some very crafty people that you can make these.

 

Finally, a shout-out to my Corningware dishes, circa 1974. My dad groans every time he visits and has to eat off of these, because he and my mom got them when they were first married. But there’s something to be said for their indestructibility, if not their style.

 

Down on the farm

My friend Melanie and I split a CSA share this summer. Pickup was every Thursday at the farm. Melanie mostly picked up because she lives five minutes away, while I live 25 minutes away, but the three or four times we went, the kids loved chasing the chickens. So when they invited us to a fall open house, we jumped on it.

The kids still loved the chickens.

I loved the tour through the gardens. Check out these greens. We’ve been eating fresh salads from here all summer…not to mention onions, garlic, potatoes and sweet potatoes, beets upon beets (my favorite), sweet corn, peppers, tomatoes, and more.

The weirdest plant was the okra. Confession, and please don’t ship me back North for saying this: I hate okra. It’s slimy and gross. I like it okay fried, but someone else has to do the frying so I don’t feel guilty about drowning my family in oil. And really, I’d rather just eat fried green tomatoes. That’s a southern food I can totally get behind.

The flowers are pretty up close, but the plants are tall and spindly.

Everyone had fun running around and being silly.

The girls took my camera and got their own pictures.

Jonathan wanted the spotlight for himself. “Back off, Kate!”

I found an old sign on the side of the barn. You can just hear the southern ac-cent when you read it.

And then we ate. Spinach balls, two kinds of soup (sweet corn and roasted red pepper and spicy hot potato), homemade chocolate and sweet potato cake, hot chocolate, fresh apples, sesame crackers, pumpkin cupcakes, and more. I didn’t take any pictures because I was busy eating and feeding everyone, but trust me, it was delish. All made with CSA veggies.

This is Wayne. He and his wife, Jo Ann, own Wilson Family Farm. He has MS and struggles with some things, but he still manages to work the crops and produce all this delicious food for us.

I like having a garden, but I love being part of a CSA. It’s definitely on my to-do list for next summer.