Last month I was in Knysna for their annual slow food festival Gastronomica. A brilliant demo by île de pain’s Markus Färbinger inspired me to write this rather breathless piece (damn, that bread was goo-ood).
Bread is one of those things in life that’s so simple that it inspires fascinated contemplation. A three-hour demo with Markus Färbinger only breaks the crust of what bread’s all about. “If you tell people it’s a basic breadmaking course no one will come, but say it’s a master class and you’re completely booked out!” laughs Markus. “But whatever you call it, there’s not more to it than this.” Flour. Water. Yeast. Salt. Work with these four things in slightly varying proportions and in different weather and kitchen conditions for years and years. There lies the mastery.
I didn’t know much to start with, and Markus really packed it in. I learned that a bakers’ macho drag race equivalent would be to aim for equal amounts of flour and water in their dough (the wetter, the better!). That salt is a yeast inhibitor (and bread is inedible without it). That it takes 72 hours to make a proper wholewheat loaf. That a rainy morning after a warm night can affect the lightness of your loaf by changing the temperature of your kitchen. That folding the dough allows the gluten to “knit”, making a sturdy, smooth dough and a light, robust bread. That pizza dough should be rolled with a dowel and always from the middle out, to give you crispy edges (yum!) That smaller breads should be baked at high temperatures (and on baking paper, as an oiled tray smokes). That France’s best bakery has their bakers working in catacombs and their top-of-the-range oven had to be cut into four pieces and lowered down a manhole before being reassembled. That the secret to a snappy crust is bubbles that go right to the very edge of the bread – so always fold and shape your loaf gently.
The whole time he was giving us tips and telling us stories, Markus (assisted by his appie* Justin) was mixing and folding dough, shaping and slashing loaves, twisting breadsticks, topping pizzas… he made about four loaves, 10 breadsticks, 8 pizzas and a dozen bialys (indented rolls filled with caramalised onions and feta). As these emerged from the ovens, he would cut them open and discuss them. And then, finally, we got to eat them. It was not only that they were beautifully made and fresh that made the breads taste so good, but the knowledge that thousands of years of thought and mastery had gone into making this simple food.
PS. Since my beloved Ixus’ tragic “blue screen of death”, I’ve been taking photos with my camera phone. Eh. A camera OR a phone, I say, but until I get a windfall (or at least ’til we’ve paid off the wedding) this will have to do.
* Cape Town builders slang for apprentice