Why are the simplest things hardest to do?
Flour, water, sourdough culture, and salt. That’s it. Only it turns out to be a recipe for a sticky mess of shapeless dough that only reluctantly rises. I’ve been making the same formula over and over, and slowly mastering it. Each time, I get a little better at handling the dough. This time I did the best job of forming a skin around the dough, but only at the cost of swearing, slamming, and fighting the dough. That’s one way to learn what not to do.
Then you let the dough rest and try again. And again. After so many tries, I’m not completely sure what exactly worked, but something worked. This one held its shape! We’re getting there.
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