by JanieM
I’ve just started making and eating bread again after about twenty years of (mostly; it’s hard) avoiding wheat. I was going to write a post about these adventures, but the more I thought about it the bigger the topic got, until it was far too long for a single post. So I’m going to break it up into several smaller offerings, spaced out over time.
Bread on the Table
Long ago when I was young, we sat down at the supper table one night – my parents, my three siblings, and I – at five o’clock, as usual. This was nothing out of the ordinary; we did it every night of my childhood. But this time, instead of starting to eat, my dad just sat there. We didn’t have any big rules about waiting for him to start, but it was odd that he didn’t, so we looked at him in bemusement and waited for an explanation.
None came; he continued to just sit there.
Finally one of us asked him what was wrong.
“There’s no bread on the table,” he said.
Whichever one of us three sisters had set the table that night got up, fetched some bread out of the bread box, put some slices neatly on a little plate, and brought it to the table.
The meal could begin.
My dad was the son of Italian immigrants. His mother, my grandma, was a fantastic cook. She could make a great meal out of very little, which was lucky, because for a lot of his growing up years they had very little. (Well, they had a bountiful garden and a grape arbor, so they were probably better off in the fresh food department than a lot of people, then and now. But that’s one of many tangents off the main topic.) (My grandpa and my uncles used the grapes to make what they called “Dago Red.” But that’s yet another tangent. Several, in fact.)
Now that I think about it, and rather surprisingly, I never knew my grandma to make bread. She might have when she was younger, but there’s no one left to ask. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t, though, because there was wonderful bread to be had from local bakeries. The one I remember most vividly was the Balkan Bakery, where we stopped after Mass on many a Sunday to get bread still hot from the brick oven (maybe a quarter a loaf), and sometimes dough (ditto, for a pound).
The bread was a crusty white loaf, still in my mind the archetypal standard for bread, as robins are the archetypal bird and maples the archetypal tree. The dough we took home and fried, not deep fried with sugar as at fairs (yech), but in a frying pan, with salt or garlic salt (yum).
I’ve often thought that if I were ever to write a memoir/essay starring my dad, I would call it “Bread on the Table.” (This may be as close as I ever get.) My dad wasn’t a sophisticated guy. He didn’t read a lot (except National Geographic and the local paper). He never traveled much, except with the Navy during the war. He worked what amounted to two jobs, saving his pennies so his kids could go to college. His central focus, metaphorically speaking, was to make sure there was bread on the table for his family. Sometimes that was his literal focus too.
A beautiful start, Janie.
Posted by: Nigel | January 20, 2018 at 04:41 AM
I quite agree, and furthermore I want to know more about every tangent!
Posted by: Girl from the North Country | January 20, 2018 at 07:56 AM
So now you're making ryes?
The round kilo loaves of sour Bavarian rye plus a little butter and cheese and sausage sustained me whenever I traveled on the German trains.
Posted by: joel hanes | January 20, 2018 at 12:47 PM
My mother took up baking her own bread around the time I was 5. (In part because, back in the early 50s, there was no way to get anything but white bread in the store.) It was really good, especially right out of the oven. And the smell of fresh baked bread does marvelous things to a home.
I had a particular fondness for cinnamon-raisin . . . although cinnamon bread has drawbacks when it comes to sandwiches. I know it was good, because when we had friends over, they went home talking about how they wished they got bread like that at home.
And when I left college and got my own place, I took up baking myself. Just simple whole wheat bread, sometimes with raisins, sometimes not. Cinnamon is more of a challenge, because it tends (at least when I do it) to separate internally at the roll-up interfaces.
It just isn't that hard to do. But it does have one enormous downside: you get so you can't eat bread (except maybe rye) when dining out.
Posted by: wj | January 20, 2018 at 02:25 PM
When making rye bread, I warmly recommend using sourdough as leavener. You get a much better taste, and the bread feels better in the mouth.
My family and I eat a lot of bread. During the working week, the kids have vreakfadt and lunch at kindergarten, and my wife and I eat lunch at work, so in the evening, we often don't have a warm meal. Instead, we eat bread and margarine. Baking bread from sourdough is a skill none of us has, so we buy oyr bread, but the local grocery carries a good selection of rye bread. And of course, we have, just in case, about a kilogram of knäckebröd in the cupboard. That kind of bread keeps good for years and I like its down-to-earth taste for change. In addittion, having a stock of that kind of food means that we can survive for a couple of days without electricity or gtocety stores.
I know what an Italian would think of the type of bread we use. I was extolling the virtues of knäckebröd to an Italian acquantance. She responded, curtly, "I prefer my bread fresh." There is very little to answer to it.
Posted by: Lurker | January 20, 2018 at 02:51 PM
Lurker, I'm curious about the margarine. In most people's opinion it doesn't taste nearly as good as butter, and modern medical thinking seems to suggest it's more unhealthy too. Is opinion in Finland so different, and if so, how?
Posted by: Girl from the North Country | January 20, 2018 at 03:01 PM
Girl from the North Country,
In Finland, the margarines we usually use for the bread have a transfat content that is quite low and they have clearly less saturated fat than butter. As a result, they are considered healthier than butter and are officially recommended as an essential part of healthy diet.
Posted by: Lurker | January 20, 2018 at 03:19 PM
i usually make sourdough, but we have some hot dogs in the freezer... and while i was snowed-in this week i really wanted a hot dog, but we didn't have any buns or bread. so yesterday i made a loaf of the Incredibly Soft And Light White Bread, just to have bread for hot dogs. it's perfect. uses a 'water roux' method, where you boil some of the flour in water to gelatinize it. makes a soft and buttery and squishy bread, almost like a potato bread.
fry hot dogs in butter. slice the bread, butter it on both sides, fry the bread.
Posted by: cleek | January 20, 2018 at 03:35 PM
If you want the taste of sourdough without having to feed a starter for days, try the "Artisan bread in five minutes a day" recipe, which is approximately:
4 cups of strong flour (12+% protein)
2 cups of water
7g dried yeast
5g salt
Mix in a lidded plastic box until it looks like porridge. Leave in a warm place for a few hours. Then, stick it in the fridge overnight. It'll keep in the fridge for up to 2 weeks, and it becomes more and more like a sourdough the longer you leave it.
When you're ready to bake, turn it out of the box, invert it to stretch the gluten over the top, leave to rise for 30 minutes, then bake on "thermonuclear" with a tray of water in the bottom of the oven to provide steam.
Any idiot can do it and it takes almost no effort.
Posted by: sanbikinoraion | January 20, 2018 at 04:20 PM
Interesting, Lurker. I think transfats are now totally banned here (cannot check at the moment, on phone) and certainly seen as more dangerous than saturated fat, which seems to be benefitting from a certain rehabilitation. But I have now lived through enough nutritional orthodoxy reversals that I expect this is not the end of the story. Good to get the Finnish take on it however.
Posted by: Girl from the North Country | January 20, 2018 at 05:32 PM
I love homemade bread. I could live on it. I dont make it very often, though.
However yesterday I made three oaves of walnut raisin apricot babka. I have eaten one loaf all ready.
Posted by: wonkie | January 20, 2018 at 06:08 PM
As a German I have easy access to so many variants of bread that a full do-it-yourself has become a rarity. I occasionally use ready mixes where only water has to be added and some additional yeast and spice* are optional.
I am a great bread eater but my own talent for all things kitchen is very limited at best. Bought bread is both cheaper and better than what I can produce myself.
German wheat/rye mixed bread (called gray bread around here) and Turkish white are my staple diet with occasional onion bread** and Knäckebrot as addition.
*crisp roast onion most of the time
**not as good as I remember from my childhood but tolerable at the moment.
Posted by: Hartmut | January 20, 2018 at 06:57 PM
Lovely post, doc. My mom used to make bread and your post makes me realize how much I miss it. We have 'bread', a number of bakeries and such, but we get it as a special thing rather than something integrated into our (well, my) life.
Posted by: liberal japonicus | January 20, 2018 at 08:49 PM
Not doc (who seems to have not been around for a while - I hope she and Mr Dr are OK), JanieM!
Posted by: Girl from the North Country | January 21, 2018 at 04:44 AM
lj has been in the company of a lot of "docs" lately! The term probably has become a habit. Hope you're on the mend, lj.
I used to enjoy making bread, but we have phenomenal bakeries around here, so now I really have to be in the mood. It certainly pays off with the aroma in the kitchen, even when my final product is less than stellar. But salt sticks? Worth it!
Posted by: sapient | January 21, 2018 at 07:55 AM
Ha! Thanks for the correx! To tell the truth, I read GftNC's comment and it just passed right over my head, it wasn't until seeing sapient's comment that I realized what was meant.
But I'm home now and enjoying it. Not going to be doing any aikido for a month at least, but other than that, I'm right as rain.
My wife and I, who both did linguistics, were lamenting (just a bit) that we didn't become (real) doctors or some sort of medical work. One of the reasons is where else can you wear pajamas to work?
Though this bread thread, especially Hartmut's comment, has me thinking about my mother's cooking. She used to make this onion bread braid that I loved.
Anyway, thanks for the thoughts, things are going well.
Posted by: liberal japonicus | January 21, 2018 at 09:34 AM
Truly excellent news, lj. So very glad to hear it!
Posted by: Girl from the North Country | January 21, 2018 at 10:44 AM
Finnish bread to chirp about.
Posted by: CharlesWT | January 21, 2018 at 12:17 PM
**not as good as I remember from my childhood but tolerable at the moment.
My long search for a rye that matches what I remember from my youth has not been fruitful (funny term for this). Pain D'Avignon's caraway rye - I think a strictly small regional product - is close, but hard to find.
Posted by: byomtov | January 22, 2018 at 07:20 PM
I made a whole wheat sourdough loaf yesterday and have been nibbling my way through the loaf since.
My wife was diagnosed as pre-diabetic last year, which resulted in a crash diet correction and wildly cutting carbs. With experience she's adding things back; my bread recently made the list, with buns and rolls out being a rare treat due to their added sugar content.
Posted by: Mooseking | January 23, 2018 at 05:08 PM