The day I stopped chasing perfect sourdough crumb shots
I used to spend every Saturday hovering over my proofing basket, timing rises to the minute and adjusting hydration by grams. Then last fall I entered my sourdough in the county fair and a 70 year old grandma with a $5 starter from the 1980s absolutely crushed me with her rustic country loaf. Her bread had uneven holes, a slightly lopsided shape, and it tasted ten times better than my instagram-perfect boule. Now I focus more on fermentation time and oven spring instead of trying to get that airy, alveolated crumb everyone posts about. My loaves come out denser but way more flavorful, and I actually enjoy baking again. Has anyone else stopped caring about the perfect crumb and just started baking for taste instead?