Grains have been planted, harvested, and used for food since the beginning of agriculture. This shift from hunter-gatherer to the farmer is documented to be between 9000 and 7300 BC in an area called the Fertile Crescent (Bellwood, P. 2005, First Farmers, The Origins of Agricultural Society). The Fertile Crescent is a crescent-shaped region in the Middle East, spanning modern-day Iraq, Israel, Palestine, Syria, Lebanon, Egypt, and Jordan, as well as the southeastern fringe of Turkey and the western fringes of Iran (Wikipedia). With the advent of farming, populations boomed, fertility rates increased, and lifespans extended. So I say, let us eat bread, sourdough, of course.
It is a weekly ritual for me to get out my sourdough mother and start my next batch of bread. For me, this is a Monday thing to begin my week. As I am away teaching quite a bit, I keep my mother in the fridge and feed her once a week. If you kept your mother at room temperature, you would have to feed her every day, and this would be fine if you were taking some mother out every day to make bread for a large family. For me, once a week is all I need.
My mother is one kilogram, and I keep her in a large jar. I get her out, and using scales and a stainless steel bowl, I weigh out 500 grams. If you do not have a mother see my blog, Soughdough Bread, is it Better for Us and Why. You can get sourdough culture here.
I do this every week, on a Monday, and I have bread for the week. It costs very little, and I know my bread is nutritious and safe to eat with no nasty additives the food industry is so willing to poison us with.
Making my own bread is just another act of rebellion on my part. Join the revolution and become self-sufficient and financially independent, one skill at a time.
As always, live well.
Valerie