Friday, July 06, 2012

England in the 'Summer'

Rain rain rain rain rain rain and rain.

Back at Ma 'Grammy Lou' Spratticus in Olney. An 'interesting' (i.e. soggy) riverside walk along the banks of the Great Ouse (which funnily enough comes up as Great Puddle under predictive text).

Raining hard, small bridges over the backwaters below water, angry clouds...but all is very green & verdant.





Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Round the Island 2012 - Oooops (again)

Another year, another sailing race around the Isle of Wight, another good start...but sadly another retirement. This time the jib halyard parted company with the jib 45mins in whilst close hauled in strong winds and surrounded by 50 other boats zig-zagging around us. Motor on, race over, back to Cowes.

On the way back, it sort of dawned on us that we could have fashioned a jury rig out of the spinnaker halyard or even the main sail topping lift...but that's hind sight for ya!

No race pictures, but here's True Love pre-race, Jane & Swanny looking chipper whilst heading out to start and a rather miserable Jane & Swanny heading back to Cowes.

That's five starts and two retirements (2011 & 2012). Next year...NEXT YEAR!

True Love - Gunwharf Quays, Portsmouth


Jane & Swanny - pre-race


Jane & Swanny - glum after retiring

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Team Naranja Rides Again?

Why do I bother?...but here we go again trying to organise another chaps' cycling trip...


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Scotland, west side - ayeeee

Florence -
our home & transport for a week


Tobermoray harbour, Mull, Inner Hebrides


Calgary Bay, Mull -
typical Scottish weather -
I even went swimming (air temp warmer than sea temp!)


Puffins, Staffa Island -
right at our feet!


Skye looking towards Black & Red Cullins -
 nice spot for the night


Sea food stew at Florence's table -
including foraged mussels


OK OK, I've let myself go a bit...
and taken to walking the beach 

with a fish and odd shaped parasol

Gr-Easter

OK, so it's a little behind schedule...but here are some pics of Greek Easter in Zagoria and Thessaloniki
Mikropapigo Zagoria - our hiking base


A gentle stroll in the Pindos Mountains


The route down to Vikos Gorge


Vikos Gorge, 1km wide x 1km deep


Road winding up the hillside
Pindos, Zagoria


Mountain top monastry - Meteora


A little light (and deserved) refreshment


The business end of the tallest
 bread oven in the world
Thessaloniki


The top of the tallest bread
 oven - Thessaloniki


You don't want to be a lamb
in Thessaloniki at Easter


Father Adonis Pants - cheers

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

SprattStock becomes SplashStock




What can I say? The weather beat us this year. So so so so frustrating and apologies to all who had dusted off the tents, wiped the cobwebs out of their billy cans and kindly prepared food - hope you could freeze it. Also hope you found an alternative to placate the excited kids!

The decision was taken with a very heavy heart (heavy from water logging). But I think it was the right call. Thursday night was the most stormy night I have spent under canvas since sharing a tent with Radar after the Fort William Pickled Egg Festival. It rained almost all Friday, and even if the rain had kept off for (most of) Saturday, the campsite was already a bog and would have been a total quagmire with cars coming and going.

Thanks to all those who were 'up for it' and our most sincere apologies to have had to disappoint you.

We may try to rearrange for a date in August but I suspect it will be short notice after we have seen the weather forecast predicting glorious sunshine and no more than a weak kitten's breath of wind. We'll keep you posted.

Next year we are thinking GREECE!!



What the campsite FELT like

Three cars and it was all starting
 to look a bit 'speedway'


A rather muddy  'Welcome' mat


Zack, Luke and Christina 
(notice even Luke's pupils 
have taken shelter!)


Cheer up, here are some roses!

 It rained and rained and rained and rained,
The average was very well maintained.
And when the fields were simply bogs,
It started raining cats and dogs.

After a dousing of half an hour
We had a most refreshing shower.
And then the most curious thing of all, 
A gentle rain began to fall!

It poured and poured and poured and poured
Until the rain itself got bored.
And after a deluge the briefest lull
Before it recommenced in buckets-full.

The next day was very almost dry 
Save for the constant rain from the sky
Which wetted the party to the skin 
And then, at last, the rain set in.

Thunder, lightning, tempest, squall
And all the while the rain did fall.
And finally with great anticipation
We returned to plain old precipitation.

[A slightly altered (and very apt) famous poem on rain.]

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Real Baking, Real Patisserie Style



As a treat, Mrs Spratticus booked me on a bread baking class at our local artisan bakery - Real Patisserie, Kemptown, Brighton. It was on a Sunday afternoon and we had the run of the place for three and a half hours of baking up a storm under the guidance of French baker and patisserie chef Clement and assisted admirably by Jamie.

The class of six dough-boys'n'girls were tutored in making French sourdough flutes, two white sourdough loaves (one with  ears and one with a beret - pics will make more sense), a rustic rye loaf and a seed laden soda bread.

In between mixing, kneading, prooving and baking the loaves, the tea and coffee flowed and we munched our way through pain au choc and pain au raisin.

So take a look at the wheaty fruits of our labours...

Rolling the oven ready flutes onto the 'peel' - trickier than it looks...
and it looks quite tricky!


White sourdough loaves with beret - chapeau!


White sourdough loaves with 'ears', and flutes


The whole bread haul
So, what did I learn? Well...
  • Dough is a little more forgiving than I thought and you can play around with it (ears, hats...maybe even shoes and a pipe?)
  • The 'shock technique' of kneading - basically slapping the dough onto the work surface - "treatin' it ruff"
  • For sourdough, really do try and go as wet as you dare
  • Rye bread isn't as heavy as I thought it always was (not sure what I've been eating thinking it's rye)
  • Use a proper blade (or lame) for slashing - basically a razor blade on a handle - it makes a BIG difference
  • The point at where you gather the bread prior to its final rise is called the key - it's like a loaf's belly button
  • Key up or key down when baking - it makes a different looking loaf
  • You can make French sticks in England!

Many thanks to Real Patisserie -  a great course and a fab way to spend a Sunday afternoon!

Friday, March 02, 2012

Spring Sprung?

Cherry blossom out in Regents Park. But is it too soon. Return of Jack Frost & his icy hatchet this weekend...apparently.



[Postscript - actually Jack Frost was busy dancing around Yakutsk so cherry blossom lives on. Hope it stays that way.]

Monday, February 27, 2012

Sourdough sponge method

Here's a little visual journey through my latest sourdough baking odyssey. I was using Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's sourdough recipe. [I won't re-type it, just follow the link.] I guess I went with about 60:40 white:wholemeal flour.

The trick to this recipe is that you make a sponge the night before. A sponge is basically half your flour and all your water from the recipe mixed together and left over night. It's a way of getting the natural yeast really fizzing and active - effectively you are turning half the flour into a large sourdough starter!

Half the flour, all the water and five spoonfuls of
sourdough starter to make the 'sponge'


Leave overnight to get 'fizzy'


Add the rest of the flour and the salt, kead, prove, knock-back, shape
(repeat prove, knock-back and shape up to three times for more texture and flavour)


Finally, the dough was shaped and left to rise (one in a floured tin, one free-form;
can you guess which was which), gently tipped out and baked.
Et voila - a sourdough loaf (or two). One is showing signs of a frenzied 'just out of oven' attack on one end!

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Yoric - my sourdough starter - a sour ol' dawg

We don't have any pets at Spratticus Towers. Generally we're too busy heading off hither and thither to support anything other than maybe a python or crocodile that could survive for weeks on a solo meal of... say a small cat for example (other reptilian snacks are available). But let's face it, they're not too cuddly.

BUT...I do have a working pet of sorts - Yoric. He's my sourdough starter. For the uninitiated, sourdough is a bread, it tastes a little sour (yes, really!), it's a bit more dense and chewy, has more irregular air bubbles - some big, some small - and has a far more complex flavour than your standard loaf. Time for a visual:

Sourdough loaf - recognise it?

Sourdough leaven
The reason for that is that it is made using a natural yeast culture or leaven (a different strain of yeast from standard baker's yeast). It is probably the oldest technique in getting bread to rise (leavened bread...ring a bell?) and preceded other forms of yeast that have come to baking from the brewing process (e.g. barm). You add the sourdough leaven instead of powdered or flaked yeast. During the proofing process, when the yeast is getting on down with the starches in the flour, the sourdough yeast releases natural acids (like lactic acid) which lend the bread that sour yet toothsome flavour.

A simplified chemistry lesson (but it's quite interesting, honest)
Sourdough leaven has maintained a stronghold in the breads and baking traditions of northern Europe. The reason for this is a little complex and reads like a practical chemistry thesis - but in short it's to do with the fact that a sourdough leaven deals better with the gluten poor flours that predominate in the harsher environments of northern Europe, predominantly rye flour. Where other types of yeast can't deal with the starches in rye flour and give up, sourdough leaven has a wild party, body popping and bubbling like it's dancing to Deee-Lite  - 'Groove is in The Heart'. [Right, that's enough of that.]

Party at the Yeast House!

That's not to say that sourdough can only be made from rye flour, far from it. It might dance a polka with low gluten flour like rye, but by golly, it can jitterbug with most any flour. All bread flour will make a natty sourdough loaf and the type of flour will produce a different flavour and texture of bread.

Unlike powdered yeast, a sourdough starter culture needs to be looked after, just like any living organism - fed, watered, given the right environment to thrive and sometimes disciplined a little if it's not behaving itself, so in that respect it is a kind of pet.

The birth of Yoric
Yoric came to me in Dec 2010. I mixed some white bread flour and water together in a plastic tub, gave it a vigorous whisking et voila, five days later we had a pet - Yoric. He's formed of natural yeasts that exist everywhere in the air. Give them an inviting home and they'll settle in. Treat them right and they will be with you for life, longer even. Some sourdough starters (or leaven) have been knocking around for 150 years or more, past on from one generation of baker to the next.

My pet Yoric - a sourdough starter. OK, he doesn't look much, but he's all I've got!

A little sourdough history
Sourdough bread has its roots in northern Europe but starters also travelled with European immigrants to the US and Canada, journeyed with them into the Yukon and Alaska during the Klondike Gold Rush and across to the west coast during the Californian Gold Rush.They were carefully guarded and an original 1849 strain still exists in San Francisco and is used to make the now famous San Francisco sourdough.

Sam 'Sourdough' MacDonald - retired pirate and famous
 Klondike baker, seen here just rinsing some limes with a
 fresh baked sourdough loaf to hand/hook. A real man.

There are some variants on creating your own sourdough starter - adding organic grape skins to the flour water mix or fresh bay leaves, basically introducing the yeast that exists on the fruit or leaf to the flour. I found that unnecessary.

Feeding and looking after Yoric
At room temperature Yoric needs feeding pretty much every day. This means pouring some of Yoric away (or using him to make a loaf) and beating in fresh white bread flour and more water - about equal quantities of each by volume. The pouring away element is simply so you don't end up with an increasing amount of hungry starter - just maintain about 300ml or so.

Yoric feeds on the starches in the flour and shows he's content by blowing bubbles. I don't bake with Yoric every day so it's handy to slow down his appetite a bit - make him a little sluggish. You can do this two ways - chill him or make him thicker and less runny. Chilling involves the fridge and he can probably go a week without a feed. Thickening Yoric means more flour and less water and has the same effect. Make him more of a dough than a batter AND pop him in the fridge and he could go for two or three weeks without a feed. Handy when heading off to Greece for the annual island hopping trip...or if you're just a little forgetful.

The Moods of Yoric
I know, it sounds like a prog rock album...but Yoric has different moods, colours, textures and aromas and it pays to identify these and know how to treat him accordingly.

  • After a feed and at room temperature Yoric becomes a little lively, blows bubbles and gets a bit frothy. He smells sour but definitely yeasty, also a bit creamy, maybe a hint of bananas too. That's good (I think) and he's ready to be used in baking.
Yoric blowing bubbles

  • After a few days in the fridge without a feed Yoric is sluggish seemingly inactive, he will have developed a liquid 'hat' and smell pretty sour, slightly boozy. Something like this: 
Sleepy Yoric. Actually it's not Yoric  but let's skip over that for now.
The liquid is the by-product of fermentation called hooch  - uh huh that's right - booze (and other strange fluids). You'd have to be brave, desperate or stupid (or all three) to drink it though. Naturally I have and it's rank. I tend to pour this away before the next feed but it's not technically necessary, you can stir it in for a more powerful sour flavour (and the booze element evaporates during baking anyway...I think). Pour away half of Yoric, add in equal quantities of flour and water (by volume) and stir vigorously to bring Yoric back to frothy life - like Lazarus of Bethany he will rise from his tomb (but don't get any funny ideas that you are the Second Coming or Uri Geller or anything).
  • Stringy, coagulated and lumpy, generally looking like something you might fish out of the bottom of a pond (but off-white in colour) - I think this is a bad sign. It happened once and I thought Yoric was a gonner. Three days of intensive care, regular feeding and sitting up all night with him (as if) and he recovered his smooth look & texture and lively verve. Phew. He walks with a slight limp now, but otherwise he's fine.
  • Green or pink colour or stubbornly inactive after two feeds - very bad news. Hold a brief but moving memorial service, then throw away and start again. Burial at sea is fitting but not always practical.

Whatever state Yoric is in, he needs to be buzzing, frothing and fizzing before being used for baking. If he's been dormant and doughy in the fridge, then he needs to be warmed up, wet-up, fed and given a thorough beating to aerate (I know you should use positive feed back on pets rather than out-and-out brutality...but he loves it, honestly). It might take a couple of days with regular feeds to get Yoric bake-ready. If he's already been out at room temperature, is batter consistency and frothing, then he's good to go - just let him off the leash!

Offspring of Yoric
There have been progeny of Yoric. It's a lot easier for a sourdough starter to breed than say a horse and there's no need to visit a sourdough stud. You just pour half the starter into a clean vessel and hand it over to its new parents. Swaddling clothes are optional but I would recommend wetting the newborn's head with a few drinks down the pub and smoking a large cigar - it's a BIG day!

The first was to my friend Dan and he was christened Horatio - as in 'Alas poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.' Yes, yes, pretentious but clever I thought. Sadly Dan's sourdough husbandry skills were not up to his deftness at making a literary connection and Horatio tragically died. RIP.

The other is with Matt, a fellow and sometimes rival Brighton amateur baker, and is called Yoric-son (see what he did there?). I am happy to say under Matt's studious care Yoric-son is still frothing strong and baking up fine bready products.

Sourdough recipe
This post wasn't about a sourdough bread recipe, I just wanted to introduce you to Yoric and share my little sourdough story. But if you find yourself literally clawing at your screen and whining 'Show me a recipe' as tears plough salty furrows down your cheeks and bubbles of snot balloon from your nose (nice imagery), then you could start with River Cottage Sourdough Recipe. This is what I started on. Dan Lepard's recipe is pretty straight forward too.

Let's GO! (and bake)