I once read a magazine article about Vermont in which the author recounted her first visit to this state from her home state of Texas. She was 10 or 12 at the time, and believed that with the dairy cows outnumbering the people (at the time) and the state flower being the red clover, this really was the land of milk and honey that she had read about in the Bible. She was here in the late summer, and with the golden afternoon sunlight and the scent of the newly mown hay, she truly believed herself to be in heaven. I wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea by concurring, but I do understand how she came to that conclusion. There are those heavenly moments — picking berries warmed by the summer sun, the fresh cool breezes sweetly scented with apple blossoms and lilacs, magic evenings lit by fireflies, bright red apples against a dazzling blue autumn sky — but to say it’s a land of milk and honey is to be both literally accurate and nearly deceitful by omission, making it a very interesting comment.
And yet by encompassing the two extremes, it is perfectly representative of the nature of Vermont, a place in which there is precious little middle ground and plenty of polar opposites. Those winter days in which the temperature plummets to -20° F, sometimes for weeks on end, are in sharp contrast to the midsummer heat waves and stifling humidity. Verdant, vigorous, and diverse wild foliage that overwhelms lawns and gardens in a desperately short growing season. Lovely fresh evenings and clear mountain streams, peaceful enjoyment of which is prohibited by swarms of mosquitoes. It is as much as anything a land of contrasts.
Last spring, a late-April snowstorm damaged many of the early-blossoming apple trees, impacting the autumn apple harvest. This year, widespread flooding has wiped out many of strawberry fields and prevented planting of main vegetable crops, particularly in the Champlain Valley. The current estimates are that it will take six weeks for the water to recede enough to plant in some places, by which time the growing season will be nearly half over. For farmers dependent upon the income and residents who wish to support their local farms and bolster their local economies and buy food raised locally, this will present some serious challenges. Then of course there is the acreage of feed corn that has not been planted, and the flooded fields where the hay has not grown and therefore cannot be harvested, the absence of which will be severely felt on the diary farms next winter.
We are far from alone in being flooded, and thankful for not being in a tornado-prone location. This is a pattern we have lived through before, and one which I am sure will come again. An old logger I used to know would say at the end of a week when he didn’t make a profit on his work, “if this business was good every week, everybody would be in it.” I have often thought his philosophy was adaptable to the state as a whole: if it was beautiful all the time, everybody would be here.
It is for us then to make the most of these individual moments, to notice them and preserve them in our memories in order to sustain us through the mud and floods, the ice storms and relentlessly gray skies, because when there is beauty, it is a beauty that is unmatched.
As I write, we are having another thunderstorm. It is our fourth thunderstorm in as many days, after weeks of simple rain. The first of this series, the one four days ago, was perhaps the worst thunderstorm I have ever experienced. I am not one to object to foul weather; being something of a Romantic, in general I enjoy the rain. I like the sound of the rain on the roof, and I find it soothing. I like to read away rainy afternoons with a pot of tea. Nighttime storms are exciting. But even I must admit this to be an unusual series of storms, an unusually wet spring, far over and above anything I am accustomed to.
But for all havoc that the rain is wreaking on the land, it is not surprisingly conducive to baking in my kitchen.
This bread is very moist and fine-grained, and makes excellent sandwiches.
1/4 cup warm water
2 tsp yeast
1/2 cup raw wheat germ (optional)
2 cups warm milk
1/4 cup honey (raw, unfiltered honey is best)
2 tbs butter
1 tbs salt
flour, either white, white whole wheat, whole wheat, or a combination of these
In a large bowl, dissolve the yeast in the warm water. Sprinkle over this a handful or two of flour to create a protective barrier between the yeast and the forthcoming warm milk. I wanted a primarily white loaf, but I didn’t want to use entirely white flour because I wanted the finished bread to be somewhat firm and somewhat more nutritious, so I began with a white whole wheat flour and then sprinkled over a little extra wheat germ for good measure.
Add the milk, honey, butter, and salt with a little more flour of your choice. (I began adding white flour at this point.) Stir until smooth and then continue adding flour until you have a very soft dough that can be kneaded. Turn the dough out of the bowl onto a floured work surface, and continue adding just enough flour at a time to keep the dough from sticking to the work surface as you knead it. When you can see that the gluten has begun to develop little web-like formations in the dough, butter the bread bowl, gather the dough into a ball, and then put the dough rounded side down into the bowl, turning it over again right away, so that the rounded top, now buttered, is upright. Cover the dough with a clean towel and allow it to rise.
For more explicit instructions, please see Techniques to Use.
When you and the dough are ready to proceed, butter two 9×5″ loaf pans. Divide the dough in half, and with each half, spread the dough into a rough rectangle and roll up like a jelly roll, starting with the long side. Place in the pan and press with the back of your fist to make sure the dough is even in the pan and that there are no air bubbles in the bottom. Allow the dough to rise, covered with a towel, until it reaches the top of the pan or no more than an inch above the rim.
Preheat the oven to 350° F. Bake the loaves until the bottom is golden brown. Remove from the oven and allow to cool, covered with a towel, on a rack. Be sure the bread has cooled completely before you attempt to slice it. Because this bread is made with milk, it is very tender, and slicing it too soon is likely to compress it, giving it the appearance of being underbaked. It needs the cooling time to develop its structure and become firm.
Once it is cool, it will slice very easily.
You can serve it buttered with honey, or make it into delicious sandwiches.
And because it is so moist, it freezes particularly well, if you want to make a double batch and put some aside for another day. A sunny day, perhaps. You won’t need to wait for a rainy day.