A scraper is your best friend, especially if you have two
First, we bakers need a white, plastic scraper with King Arthur Flour’s logo embossed on the surface. It’s light and flexible, a strong yet perfectly calibrated plastic that bends in the grip while its curved edge scrapes clean each bowl of messy dough we mix. We find it tucked inside our red recipe folders, compliments of KAF. My bench partner leans over and whispers, “Complimentary now, huh? I think I stole one before. Can’t bake without it.”
Instructor Geoffrey intones, “Dough is always sticky” and demos a clean scrape, lifting a mass of Multigrain with Biga dough in big chunks to the bench (a.k.a. our working surface). Once this dough hits the wooden bench it does exactly as expected. It sticks.
Enter scraper number two. It’s a big piece of stainless steel with a wooden handle and a straight, six-inch edge, sharp and strong enough to cut bulk mounds of dough in clean strokes or measure rolled-out rectangles of dough to the required specs. Better still, it cleans off that ever-present mixture of flour and water that accumulates on our wooden benches incessantly. Wet dough leaves scat. We bakers obsessively scrape it away (following the wood’s grain if your bench partner suggests). If time permits, we use it to scrape clean our white plastic scraper, too.
A docker has nothing to do with boats.
A mysterious tool is on display at the front of the classroom. We are watching Geoffrey demonstrate “Caraway Rye Crisps”. It’s our first baking venture on Day One of the KAF course and Geoffrey doesn’t touch the docker, leaving me curious. I drag this massive white roller flecked with nails across a sheet of freshly rolled-out cracker dough. Instantly, this torture device tears my carefully rolled out dough into shreds. I opt to make lavash and use a fork to finish the work
Dough has muscle.
According to Jen, our Day Four instructor, dough muscle can vary in strength from loosey-goosey to weightlifter tight. Day Four happened to be Halloween and Jen is dramatically dressed as a pre-Industrial baker in a floor length dress and apron, her long hair wrapped beneath a layered scarf. Jen points to her clenched fist and dabs the pad below her thumb.
“That’s firm,” she says authoritatively.
“But this,” she says pointing to her flabby underarm muscle that’s impossible to see under the billowing waves of her costume’s fabric, “is absolutely not!”
Geoffrey’s approach to dough muscle did not include his or anybody else’s body parts.
Pushing a bowl full of dough towards us, he says “touch it, feel it.” After another mix, he beckons again “touch it, feel it.” He chants these four words like a mantra all through the course.
“Touch it, feel it,” after a proof. “Touch it, feel it,” after a pre-shape. We dip thumbs and forefingers into every mass of gunky dough he offers, pulling messy strands, pinching and prodding, disgusted by the gummy residue that clings like glue to our nails and knuckles.
“Dry, never water-wash your gooey hands,” instructs Geoffrey as he dunks his fingers into a nearby bin of flour, a cloud of flour lifting up. He pulls them out slowly, and methodically rubs off all the gnarly bits into a waste-bin below. He waves his dry, but still visibly floury and crusty hands in our direction and chuckles.
“That’s a bakers’ patina.”
Dough texture – and dough muscle – changes all baking day long. Once fermented or proofed, we poke it again to test strength. Geoffrey calls this “the doorbell ring.” Depending on the bread type, we see that poke spring right back up, leave a deep indent, or something in between.
A baker’s touch is as vital as a tasting spoon, worth every sticky, messy, floury imprint it makes on our minds.
Scale it and tare it.
Baking relies on precision. Flour measured by volume (with measuring spoons or cups) is not recommended. Our individual baking stations are each supplied with a big black scale. Geoffrey says he prefers metric since “the math is easier and grams are more precise.” Bakers are constantly making computations, whether it is tripling a recipe or cutting an industrial mix into one-fortieth of its original size. Those 16 Imperial ounces in a pound just add confusion to the tally.
We start every recipe by measuring out all our ingredients on the scale.
“The tare button is our best friend,” instructs Geoffrey. “Or it can be the opposite.” As soon as we put an empty mixing bowl on the scale, we tare and the screen returns to zero. We spoon in all-purpose flour and tare. We add rye and tare. We rely on the tare button to refresh the screen and weigh each ingredient separately, but if you inadvertently tare mid-stream, or worse still, your scale times out and goes blank, you can find yourself looking at a huge bowlful of ingredients containing, God forbid, an unmeasured ingredient that can ruin the whole lot.
Scaling liquids is also tricky. The numbers on a scale just can’t keep up with a fast pour. Better to measure liquids separately and slowly. Scaling gooey blobs of honey or molasses is terminally slow and messy. Handy trick? Use an oiled spoon and honey or molasses slides off effortlessly. Worse still, tiny morsels of instant yeast (living time bombs, in the world of leavening) are so light and airy our scales can’t discern their 1 gram increments. As a result, we bakers sometimes have to ditch science and use our senses instead. It’s that combination of these two forces – one scientific and the other learned by the senses—that creates the mighty and delicious alchemy of baking.
(To be continued, next week)
Rye Lavash with Maldon Salt, Chili Flakes and Rosemary
114g unbleached, all-purpose flour
114g whole rye flour (we used KAF Pumpernickel)
1 tsp baking powder
¾ tsp salt
25g diced, cold unsalted butter
20g dark molasses
Preheat oven to 400 F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
In a large bowl, combine all purpose, rye, baking powder and salt. Using a pastry blender, cut in butter until it resembles coarse meal. Scale water in a bowl, tare, and scale in molasses by drizzling from an oiled spoon. Add liquids to dry and combine with a curved edge plastic scraper kneading into a rough dough. Wrap in plastic, flatten into a disc and refrigerate for at least 15 min.
Place the disc on a lightly floured surface, cut in half and roll out each to 1/16thinch thickness.
Transfer to parchment lined baking sheets. Sprinkle with salt, chili flakes and rosemary and use the rolling pin to press in gently.
Bake 9-12 min or until golden brown. Transfer to a rack to cool. Break into pieces, if desired.
8 thoughts on “Baking at King Arthur Flour, Part 1: The things I learned in baking school”
Your experience sounds Amazing!! I am crazy jealous, you are a lucky girl 😘
You really need to post more often. I love this stuff.
Not to put any pressure on or anything 🙂
Claire, you would have loved it. KAF has a school in Vermont, too. Worth the voyage.
Steve, I am writing Part Two now. Thanks so much for your loyal reading!!!!!
Wonderful post! Those scrapers…..oooh
I thought you might like the tools she discovered. Madeleine was a neighbour who wrote a vegetable column I the Star. Jane
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Cant wait to hear all about this first hand Mado. Plus our freezer needs filling!