Can a piece of bread be considered a piece of art? I think so. I baked my first bread today using my sourdough starter, a yeasty, bubbling, bug-rich broth I named “Peaches”. Peaches has slumbered in the back of my fridge for over a month, occasionally waking up to feed on the dusting of fresh flour I gave her. Yesterday I divided her and used one portion to make a sun dried tomato and rosemary sourdough boulle. I added more flour, egg, warm milk, sun dried tomatoes, fresh rosemary, salt, honey and more yeast to the starter and worked her vigorously on my new granite countertop. Set her aside to rise, then punched her down and kneaded and molded her, then brushed her with the oil from the jar of tomatoes, laid her on a pan dusted with flour and cornmeal and covered her loosely in plastic. Back into the fridge she went to rise and retard. When I came home from work she had nearly tripled in size and was reddish and had a pungent, herby scent to her. Into a 450 degree oven for 15 minutes, then I knocked the heat down to 375 and baked her another 15 minutes. A couple of hollow sounding thumps told me she was baked all the way through. Out she came and like a butterfly from a chrysylis I had a “Cessie Sun Dried Tomato and Rosemary Sourdough”, so named for Lady Grinning Soul and her inspired efforts to make her own sourdough bread. Everyone waited with toe-tapping impatience for the bread to cool and set. The bread knife crunched through the hardend shell and dove into the deliciously soft and moist insides. The aroma of rosemary whetted every taste bud. The taste was perfect: Crispy crust with butter-soft bread, rosey and rich with the almost meaty taste of the tomatoes, the woody herb flavor of the rosemary, and that brewery-yeast, tangy sour bite of the sourdough starter. The bread was supposed to be for sandwiches tomorrow but there is less than a quarter of a loaf remaining.
Now, as I said, not everyone will consider a loaf of bread a work of art, but it is called artisan bread, and there is creativity, inspiration, planning, execution, drafts and total disasters, and inspired successes. And I definitely felt inspired by that certain 43Thinger. I have to find a way to FedEx a fresh loaf to her, if she will accept it. So I am counting this as a piece of art.
I do love to cook, I do love to create with food, I do love to make bread. This was an artistic labor of love for my friend Cessie.


