Sunday Breakfast

bread

Sunday breakfast: Rye sourdough, lightly toasted, dotted with butter, drizzled with honey. I used the rye sourdough starter recipe from Ravenous zine that I posted earlier this week. It has been a long time since I have made fresh bread, and I never had a magic touch with the stuff to begin with…and this time was no different. It didn’t rise very well, and so it’s rather a dense brick doorstop of a loaf. But allow me to offer this: warm, freshly baked bread is a wonder, no matter how perfect (or not) it may be. And I’m enjoying the fruits of my labor, anyhow.

bread starter

Last weekend, my friend Flannery Grace Good was talking about the idea of a fool’s errand, doing the thing you pretty much know you’re going to fail at. And bread baking has never and probably will never give me passing marks. But you know what? I immensely enjoy the process, the ritual gathering of ingredients, the tactile magics of the sticky dough in your hands, becoming a smooth, elastic orb, the alchemical creation of the crust as it bakes in a steamy oven— all of these things are a special part of the experience to me. So what if I’ve got a doorstop when I’m done? Bread’s a lovely thing even when it’s kind of a dud and I’m pretty sure I’ve never encountered a loaf that didn’t sing with a little bit of toasting, and some creamy, salted butter. Anyway, that’s what I think. *nods sagely, munches loudly*

The above starter is pictured with a pitcher of purple drank that I whipped up last week, and it was pretty good! Iced butterfly pea flower and hibiscus tea, with a swirl of lemon and agave nectar.

Also, you may notice there is a book next to my breakfast plate. Later in life it has come to my attention that some folks frown at reading at the table while you are reading. I cannot imagine this. One of my favorite things to do is to lunch with a book! Or breakfast or supper with a book, too. A book is, in my humble opinion, the perfect date. I can’t imagine anyone thinking otherwise. What about you?

4 Comments on Sunday Breakfast

  1. Melissa
    March 25, 2018 at 9:50 am (9 months ago)

    I feel absolutely WRONG if I am eating alone and don’t have a book. Fuck those philistines.

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  2. Moira
    March 25, 2018 at 10:33 pm (9 months ago)

    Your hands are dyed! What have you been making? Forgive me, for I am new to your blog (and love it, by the way).

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    • S. Elizabeth
      March 26, 2018 at 8:15 am (9 months ago)

      Ah! Those actually are not my hands–it’s the cover of Ravenous zine! https://www.ravenous-media.com/shop/ravenous-zine-vol-i
      However, there is an article in there about natural dyes, and you’d better believe that is the project that I shall tackle next!

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      • Moira
        March 28, 2018 at 10:15 pm (9 months ago)

        cool! :)

        Reply

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