30's - too proud to bread?

Things have been a bit quiet around theses parts and here's why. I'm a couple of years into my thirties and have slowly had to acknowledge that my old body is dead - for lack of a less dire way to put it.
I know that blaming carbs, and by extension bread, on weight gain is so obvious to the point of being passé but I'm not just talking about weight gain. No, I'm talking about the re-composition of my body. A round belly that has just appeared out of nowhere being the prime indicator of how things are now.
Where I live bread is not seen as the enemy that it is in other parts of the world and is consumed in at least two of the typical three meals a day. This made my attempts to break-up with my loaver so much more difficult.
I hate the idea of gaining weight as well as ageing but one of those things is unavoidable so I tried to tackle the other.
I hired a personal trainer, only ate the most basic, rustic bread that I could get my hands on, and stopped eating bread with dinner.
It worked for a limited amount of time but I couldn't keep it up. I lost weight, felt more in control as well as relief that I didn't let myself go completely. Needless to say, as this was not sustainable I found myself gaining back some (not all) of the weight that I'd lost when I found my way back to bread.
The great lame love story of my life refuses to die. And so it shouldn't. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die are wise words that I'm co-opting here to further convince myself that there is no room for vanity when even one of life's pleasures need be foregone to maintain it.
So with that being said, I look forward to a continued relationship with bread. Too proud to bread? Ultimately no and never shall I be.


The BreadLoaver

Bread longing...

I'm taking care of myself starting with a focus on eating right, getting the nutrients that I need - iron, fibre, protein, omega fatty acids... what have you.
So bread, the common enemy of many a dieter, heck, many a woman's bum and thighs; is somewhat off the menu for a while.
Now I have not gone cold turkey and never will. There is always a time and place for a crusty bit of bread, cheese, and some dry ham. What I am doing is eating bread less passively; which can only be a good thing right? Before I'd always have bread with dinner, even if it made no sense and left me feeling stuffed.
However, it seems only to be when you've sworn off of something that it is suddenly everywhere and seemingly irresistible.
The morning commute after you've left the safety of your house where you've been well-behaved and had a "good" breakfast, you pass a kiosk with all that produce on display and smelling deliciously just out of the oven. The once weekly shop has been deconstructed into three or four throughout the week in order to buy fresher ingredients and motivate eating well; the down-side is that you're even more exposed to those gorgeous scents coming from the bakery section.
Whatever doesn't kill you (or turns you into only a crying shaking mess) only  makes you stronger so let's give it a go.



The Bread Loaver

Easy like Sunday morning...

First things first Sunday morning; jump out of bed at 9am and bake some bread!
A simple loaf; mix of brown and white flour, lots of yeast and will be ready to go with my lunch.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

The Bread Loaver

Bouncy Brown Bread

A long weekend in Paris meant the opportunity to skip down the aisle of a local Franprix to stock up on food; glorious food.

I stumbled upon a multi-grain bread mix which surprisingly had instructions in English. Home made bread is so simple that I've stopped buying it pre-baked and opt for as close to hand made as possible. 

Admittedly I cheated a bit as the mix only needed some grams of dry yeast and warm water before dropping it in the mixer to wrestle with the dough hook. 

Making this bread could not have been easier and the result was a perfectly bouncy loaf. I've put together some pictures of the bread-making at various stages and in no particular order. I loved the look and feel of it from when it was wet all the way to the final baked result.

Just a few more months until another trip to France! 

The Bread Loaver

Pizza e Patate

I've come to discover that this blog appears to be incorrectly titled.
I do love bread, but lately it seems that the dough that my hands get stuck into, more often than not produces something other than bread.

Do bear with me though while I discuss the latest of my adventures in dough; whereby a delicious pizza was the end result.
After the kneading and folding (my favourite things) and two hours of 'sleep', the dough was ready to be dressed up for a 45 minute rendezvous in the oven.
But before that - to get it into it's pre-party state there was a pile of flour, a dash of water, a pinch of salt, and some yeast.

Hand made with the assistance of my darling Italian; Pizza e Patate takes the idea of Roman focaccia and and molds it in the typical Napolitan style. A white pizza topped with sliced potatoes, rosemary, and mozzarella sounds slightly odd but I can assure you, it tastes fantastic.

And now I've come to the end of the post and realised that I don't have a picture of the cooked pizza, after coming out of the oven. Take it from me, it indeed looked as delicious as it tasted.


The Bread Loaver

Tart crust

A late post about what I contributed to Thanksgiving dinner back in November.
Looks lovely (if a bit rustic) doesn't it? It was a zesty Lemon Tart that I only attempted as it is one of the very few sweet things that I like.

I was particularly pleased with myself for attempting to make the crust from scratch. The tricky thing about this type of pastry dough is that it is very dry; requiring little moisture. For me that was difficult to work with but it paid off in that it had the right sort of heaviness, very substantial. I followed the recipe in The Bistro Cookbook which calls for just 1 egg yolk and 2 tablespoons of very cold water by way of moisture. My hands and arms got quite the work out when kneading the dough but I always love to gaze upon a lovely round ball of dough so had to snap a picture. It was a perfect deep yellow coloured orb. 

The filling includes heavy cream and fresh lemons which I also zested with gusto; having the effect of bringing bursts of delicious tartness to the finished dessert. 

The Bread Loaver