Observe the fine crumb of this loaf. The inviting chew of its crust. Such a gorgeously perfect specimen of my ‘true sourdough’ … or is it?
The aroma emitted during its time of baking signal salivary glands to sweat in anticipation of a heavenly tasting loaf … or is it?
Finally ready for slicing, the crunch of the knife sounds divine. The slithering of slathered butter slides into warm nooks and crannies of perfectly baked bread … or is it?
Raising the staff-of-life slice to consume, first bite is a bit salty.
Could it be a ‘salt pocket’ … some vestige of incomplete integration of all dry ingredients before adding to wet ingredients?
Again, another large bite.
A veritable salt mine in one’s mouth.
How could this be?
A quick review of the recipe and it becomes clear.
Baker-error: 2t of salt read as 2T of salt.
Such a gorgeously perfect specimen of my ‘true sourdough’ …
All is not as it seems.