Bread and…

At lunch in town this week my friend Kim and I talked about bread baking, something we both love to do. Here in the central mountains of Mexico, when winter arrives, it’s more tempting than ever to turn the oven on and banish the chill in the air by baking.

For the past few years I’ve been avoiding bread baking due to digestive issues, which I blamed, in part, on gluten. Lately, though, I’ve been tiptoeing back to bread, with some success, I’m relieved to report. Gluten, it appears, is not the culprit. So I’m happily baking again.

I showed Kim this photo of the bread I baked on Sunday, and that got me started. I used to teach bread baking professionally – in New York, and later in New Mexico — so it’s easy for me to slip into professorial mode. 

I told Kim about the “golden ratio” (similar to but not the same as the “Golden Mean”), which refers to widely accepted bakers’ percentages for yeast bread’s most basic ingredients. These ratios are handy guidelines for achieving optimal results.

As my colleague Professor Google explains it (better than I): “Baking’s Golden Ratio refers to a standard ratio of ingredients by weight in a basic bread recipe: 5 parts flour to 3 parts water (a 5:3 ratio, or 100% flour to 60% water in baker’s percentage terms), plus typically 2% salt and 1% instant yeast relative to the flour weight. … Understanding these ratios helps bakers adjust recipes and control variables like hydration and fermentation,” Prof. Google says. 

The percentages below are based on the weight of the flour, which is always 100%:

Flour100% (e.g., 500g)
Water (Hydration)60% (e.g., 300g)
Salt2% (e.g., 10g)
Instant Yeast1% (e.g., 5g)
  

So much for the science of it. For Kim and me, in our respective casas, bread-baking is just plain fun. And I’ve been known to wax poetic about the process, using words such as “mystical,” “miraculous,” “fundamental,” “universal,” and symbolic of life itself.

On Sunday, after baking these golden buns, I felt inspired to write a poem-like thing:

            Bread and…

            Before Rome fell

            the people trembled

            and grumbled.

            So their rulers,

            to appease and distract,

            gave them bread

            for their bellies

            and circuses

            for belly laughs.

            I’ve just baked bread

            and watched a comedy show.

            I’m tired of trembling.

            And what good does grumbling do

            when all appears to be falling?

            Instead, eat home-baked bread

            and slather it with jam.

It’s not as if I’ve given up on following the harrowing news of the world; this, I feel strongly, is the responsibility of every thinking, feeling, caring citizen. Rather, it’s an effort to achieve a better balance in my life. Bread baking makes me happy – the feel of the dough in my hands as I knead it, the sight of the risen (living!) dough before baking, the intoxicating fragrance of the just-baked bread that lingers in the air for hours afterward. And, while waiting for the bread to finish baking, watching old SNL clips on YouTube that make me laugh out loud… 

These are lessons for me. We must go on. We must eat. We must laugh. 

Again I’m reminded  of a sonnet by one of my favorite poets, Edna St. Vincent Millay, that ends with, “If I would help the weak, I must be fed/ In wit and purpose, pour away despair/ And rinse the cup, eat happiness like bread.”

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14 thoughts on “Bread and…”

  1. So happy to hear that you’ve returned to a cherished pastime! Maybe we can enjoy a golden bun and SNL reruns soon!! Felices fiestas, my angel up the hill!!

  2. My dear feral friend, I walked El charco this morning and thought of you. I baked bread this week too, no other thing so deeply satisfies. Paz y justicia y esperanza, Anna C

  3. I can smell it—your wonderful bread, Bonnie—just by looking at the photo and remembering the tasty buns you gifted me a few weeks ago. That was before we flew north for the holidays with family. Now I cherish the thought of
    making buns a la BB’s recipe but hoping I can do it with my GF flour so my husband can enjoy too—smell is just the beginning; the joy is in the tasting and sharing! Gracias for your always evocative blogs! See you in a few weeks.

    1. Thanks so much for your kind words, Sher. As far as I know, it’s the gluten in wheat flour that creates the elasticity that allows for the “bubbles” made by the yeast’s breathing to be trapped — which gives yeast breads their structure (their height, their lightness…). I rather doubt that gluten-free flours can do the same. But I can always be wrong. Buena suerte!

  4. Dear Bon,
    I have many delightful memories of the delicious bread you baked, both through Bonnie Fare and chez toi on 103rd. Your photo is particularly beautiful and makes me hungry just looking at it. I’m glad to hear you’re now able to eat it more easily.
    I like your poem. It made me chuckle, which indicates how true it is. We all need as much happiness in our lives as possible right now, and just the smell of freshly baked bread is enough to brighten any day. So keep baking bread!
    Love,
    Paul

    1. Thank you, dearest Paul. I’m also giving my landlord’s grown daughter bread-baking lessons each week, and she and I are having fun doing it. I’m teaching her the techniques of bread baking, she’s helping me with my Spanish, and her family is LOVING the fresh-baked bread. We’re all happy!

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