So I made this amazing galette last week, but it didn’t turn out as pretty as today, which is why I had to wait to share the recipe with you. I found it here and I only dropped the salt caramel, although I had more than a week to find the time to make it, but either I didn’t have enough butter, a clean pan or the disposition for it, ’cause it never materialized.
For the longest time, I’ve been struggling to eat bread from the shop, since after a couple of days it gets too hard and with my braces, I just can’t chew it. So after attending Marte Marie Forsberg’s workshop in England, I got hooked on no-knead bread. No need to tell you that it was such an eye-opener that I started experimenting with other types of bread- don’t get me wrong, I’ve been baking bread occasionally before, but now I’m talking about baking every other day or so. But hey, when the result is this good and the effort is minimal, why the hell not?
Recipe for two hearty breads
2 breads made i 2 liters’ forms or baked round on a parchment paper
500 g wheat flour
450 g whole wheat flour
200 g rye flour
1 ½ tea spoon salt
50 g linseeds
1 bag of yeast, dry or fresh
8 dl water, around 30 degrees C
Mix the dry ingredients in a large baking bowl. If you use fresh yeast, you can crumble it in the mixture as well. Add the water and set the mixer on its lowest speed. Knead the bread for 15-18 minutes. (I’ve done it by hand, even though I have a Kitchen Aid, and it worked just fine. I must have kneaded it for 5 minutes all together, I’m an efficient mother f*. haha!)
Cover the dough with a kitchen towel and let it rest for about an hour, until it doubles its size. If you have a silicon form like me, just sprinkle it with flower, if you have the classic metal one, butter them with oil or butter.
Use some flour on your baking table and knead the dough once, then divide it into two parts. Roll them into bread and place them into the forms, making sure you stretch them to fit as good as possible. Let them rest for 40 more minutes, covered in a towel, until the dough rises over the edge of the form.
Bake for 45-50 minutes at 180 degrees C, until the temperature inside is 98-99 degrees C. Take the bread out of the form and let them rest under a towel.
For me, summer equals baking. I usually have a long holiday- there’s little to do in my branch when the courthouse is closed and although “crime never sleeps”, I can’t be bothered to take on just any assignments only to get out of the house. So I walk Sammy, I go to the beach, I read, I practice driving, I go to yoga and I bake. 😉
As I probably mentioned before, I was going to England for a baking and photography workshop with Marte Marie Forsberg, hoping to get away from my somewhat stressful interpreter life and to catch up a bit with Lavinia, my ex high-school frenemy, now one of my dearest friends. And so I packed a few things to wear- obviously the wrong clothes and shoes, ’cause I’m a notoriously bad packer- two books and off I went. The first two days I stayed at Lavinia’s in London, in Burnt Oak, aka Little Romania, in a charming townhouse with a giant fig tree and two teenagers too shy for their own good. We chatted long into the night and I tried to sleep in the day after, but the planets aligned against it: the groceries got delivered at 7, then I had to use de bathroom upstairs when all the house was up, and then, when I was nearly falling asleep, the neighbour’s dog started barking and then again, when I had finally managed the deed, the vacuum cleaner started and it felt like the cleaning lady was hoovering the inside of my brain. So I made myself some coffee and read a bit in my pjs. By noon we went to Hampstead, where I did a bit of vintage, charity and regular shopping and then we all had lunch at this charming Italian restaurant. It was hot, too hot for England, and I so I rolled my pants up like a child to be able to bear with it without complaining. And the glass of rosé sure helped some.
17th of May, Norway’s national day, fell on a Thursday this year and since it’s Pentecost on Monday, yippie yay for yet a long bank holiday! And given we’re not into crowds, flags or loud intoxicated youths and we don’t have children who play in a band, we thought we’d skip the whole shebang and escape to Sweden! And it turned out Gothenburg was a hidden gem, at least in this summer weather we’ve been having! “One should think Italy moved to Sweden”, I told a bartender excitedly, while waiting for him to pour our rosé. “I know, it’s unbelievable, it’s even hotter than the Mediterranean these days!”
Coming home on Monday night, we were shocked to find out a neighbor was missing. Apparently the Police had been around, asking questions about when she’d been seen last, the divers had searched the river, and they organized a terrestrial and a helicopter search, too. Like in the movies. My heart felt so heavy- here we were complaining about the wind in Amsterdam and a lady from around here says she hopes she’ll at least be found! And I can’t wrap my head around what this means.
I didn’t know her well, in fact I’d only met her once, but I was won over by the fact that she offered to sit Sammy sometimes, it’s not like I’d actually ask her to do it, but it’s nice of people to say something more than hello since it doesn’t happen very often in this country.
Saturday it snowed all day, it was grey and gloomy and a perfect day for baking. I and Sam didn’t do that much, we made some cinnamon rolls and then snuggled up indoors. But I’d promised him a walk in the woods on Sunday and, to our luck, the weather proved amazing just for that! I’d thought about going around lake Songsvann, just the two of us, since F was working all weekend, but then I remembered Gordana lives by another lake- Nøklevann- and there’s both forest and a café and all that, so why not ask her if she wants to join? When I called her she was baking bread, so I said we’d be there around the time the bread is ready to be taken out of the oven. 😉 Continue reading