Mama Claire’s French Bread

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Mama Claire's French Bread

  • Makes
    2 loaves
Author Notes

After I modified into little, I keep in mind going to faculty with a lunch box (yes, we historical lunch bins back then) crammed with what, at the time, had been dreadfully embarrassing lunches. Slices of selfmade french bread bracketing weird fillings (cream cheese and olives), veggies grown from our backyard and milk in a thermos. The cool teenagers had peanut butter (store bought, no longer product of scratch) and jelly sandwiches on Surprise Bread, juice bins and Twinkies. It wasn’t unless I modified into noteworthy older that I came to keep shut and relish the relish and time that went into my Mom’s efforts to provide us with wholesome, wholesome foods. I’m able to’t keep shut back the contemptuous glances I tossed casually over my shoulder at her but I’m able to, as a grown woman with teenagers of my fetch, pay her my compliments by attempting to provide my fetch teenagers along with her price of relish. I keep in mind these loaves of bread coming out of the oven after I modified into a teen and, despite my finest efforts to stay aloof, being seduced by the crispy, salty crust and the spongy, gap-ridden heart. Abet with garlic and herbs on the quit as a facet for lasagna, smeared with mashed avocados and sea salt or eaten undeniable, hot out of the oven, with some butter and salt. She would not keep in mind where this recipe came from but it is a long way the model of my childhood and, hopefully, the model my teenagers reveal when remembering home. Thanks Mom. —Niknud

Substances

  • 2.5 cups

    warm water (105 – 115 levels)


  • 2 packets

    energetic dry yeast


  • pinch

    sugar


  • 1 tablespoon

    salt


  • 1 tablespoon

    melted butter


  • 7 cups

    flour


  • 1/4 cup

    cornmeal


  • 2 tablespoons

    kosher salt


  • 1

    egg white


  • 1 tablespoon

    cool water

Instructions
  1. Dissolve yeast in warmed water (105-115 levels) in a warmed stand mixer bowl with a pinch of sugar. Let take a seat for 10 minutes.
  2. Add salt, melted butter and flour. Connect dough hook to stand mixer and bustle on bustle 2 for 2 minutes unless formulation are neatly blended. Flee on bustle 2 for 2 minutes extra. Dough will be sticky but manufacture no longer effort. Rob away any rings you occur to be wearing…or resign your self to a just bout of cleaning later.
  3. Region in a greased bowl, turning to grease high. Severely, this could perhaps well furthermore be sticky but manufacture no longer be troubled about it. Let the dough rise in a warm, draft-free build unless doubled in dimension ~ about 1 hour.
  4. Punch dough down and divide into 2 equal components. Roll every into a 12″ x 15″ rectangle. Roll up tightly, origin at the lengthy facet, sealing as you roll. Taper ends if desired.
  5. Region rolled dough on 2 greased backing sheets which had been generously sprinkled with corn meal and kosher salt. Quilt and let rise as above for roughly 1 hour.
  6. Preheat oven to 450 levels
  7. With a keen knife create 4 diagonal slashes on the quit of every loaf. Bake for 25 minutes. Rob a long way from oven and brush with a chunk overwhelmed egg white and and water. If desired, sprinkle the quit with a crude grained salt – kosher salt or sea salt. Return to oven and bake 5 minutes longer.
  8. Rob a long way from oven and cool on wire racks.
  9. Feel free to play snappy and unfastened with the dough. I in spite of the entirety possess added dried rosemary to the dough with enormous success. And a chunk cracked dim pepper never brought about any complaints…..

Stout-time working wife and mother of two little boys whose obsessive want to cook appetizing meals is threatening to keep shut over what runt free time I in spite of the entirety possess. I grew up in a family of predominant cookers but didn’t learn to cook myself unless I received married and received out of the military and found the joys of micro-graters, ethiopian meals, immersion blenders and searching at my husband roll around on the flooring after four servings of pulled pork tamales (with accurate lard!) complaining that he’s so fat he cannot in spite of the entirety feel his legs. Making an try to graduate from newbie cooker to ranked newbie. The days of ‘the biscuit incident of aught 5’ as my husband refers to it are lengthy past but I restful have not tried my hand at paella so I am a piece in growth!


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