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Rachel’s Sourdough

The loaf that makes the whole house smell like a hug.

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No complicated schedule. No babysitting your dough. Just really good homemade bread. 🤍

This makes 3 large or 4 smaller loaves, so there’s one for dinner, one for the neighbors and one to tear into while it’s still warm. Save this one for your next sourdough day.

Sourdough came into my life as a Christmas gift, when a friend gave me lessons, and I’ve been happily learning ever since.

From the Moxhaven Kitchen

Rachel’s Sourdough

  • Prep1–3 hrs + overnight
  • BakeAbout 45 min
  • Makes3 large or 4 smaller loaves

Ingredients

  • 10 cups room-temp water
  • 2 cups active levain
  • 10 cups flour
  • 2 Tbsp salt
  • Flour + Maldon sea salt for finishing

Method

  1. Mix the levain into the water. If your levain floats, you know it’s happy and full of air. 🤍
  2. Add flour and mix well. Cover + rest 30–60 min.
  3. Add salt and stretch + fold. Rest another 30–60 min. Repeat your stretch + folds up to 3 times if you’d like. (Sometimes I don’t repeat them at all. It still works!)
  4. Cover and refrigerate overnight.
  5. In the morning, preheat your oven to 450 with your Dutch ovens inside.
  6. Divide into 3 large or 4 smaller loaves. Fold each piece into itself, then pull and rotate against the counter to create surface tension.
  7. Place on parchment, dust with flour, score with a bread lame + sprinkle with Maldon sea salt.
  8. Place in your hot Dutch ovens, cover + bake 40 min. Uncover for about 5 more minutes or until beautifully browned.
  9. Let cool a bit before slicing.

That’s it. No complicated schedule. No babysitting your dough. Just really good homemade bread. 🤍

Back to the Kitchen

A candlelit table from above, with an olive wood bowl, a charcuterie board and votives
Letters from the porch

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Every so often I’ll write you a letter. A recipe, a tradition we’re trying, whatever magic (or glorious mess) happened at our table that week. No lectures, nothing salesy, just a friend waving from the porch.