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Golden Crumb Sourdough Story

Half slice of Golden Crumb sourdough with jelly on a round wooden board, latte in china, golden loaves in a white bowl with roses and Tam 105 flour softly in the background

🥖 Golden Crumb Sourdough: When a Happy Mistake Becomes a New Favorite

I didn’t plan this Golden Crumb Sourdough loaf.
In fact, I almost didn’t bake it.

But this post?
It’s not just about sourdough. It’s about giving yourself space to figure things out in the kitchen — to be creative, present, and open to happy little accidents.

Because that’s exactly what this loaf was.

🌾 Whole Wheat Magic… by Accident

This Golden Crumb Sourdough loaf started with a happy little mistake.

Chef Julia—my sourdough fairy godmother and the one who first introduced me to Barton Springs Mill flours—had shared a recipe using Yecora Rojo 00 and Tam 105 00, two soft flours that bake up light, fluffy, and dreamy.

Naturally, I raced to order…

And when my box of beautiful flour arrived, I tore it open like it was Christmas morning.
As I poured flour into my bowl—feeling accomplished—I re-read her recipe and froze.
She used 00 flour!
I checked my order, and sure enough… I had purchased whole wheat by mistake. I had mixed my bubbly starter with 700 grams of whole wheat flour.

My heart sank.

At the time, I didn’t know how that would affect things—I’m still learning.
But in that moment? I panicked. Would it rise? Would it bake up like a brick? Would my husband—aka Mr. Squeeze—politely chew, then feed it to our fluffy pup Lily under the table? And would Lily even eat it?

I texted Chef Julia, feeling totally bummed. I’d already committed the dough—there was no going back. I had two options: keep going, or make it disappear and start over the next day when my starter was active again.

She replied with her signature gentle guidance:

“Bake it. See what it does.”

She always has the kitchen confidence I aspire to have. So I kept going...wondering the whole time: would this be a flop? A fail? A total oversized hockey puck?

or something else entirely.

White vase with creamy roses in the foreground, timer and linen-covered dough bowl softly focused in the background
Shaggy sourdough resting for 30 minutes in an Emile Henry bowl with linen cover, dough hook with dough resting beside it
Top-down view of shaggy sourdough autolyse in a mixing bowl with Yecora Rojo flour to the left and soft white roses above

🍞 A Cozy Morning Surprise

It was just me, my fluffy Lily, and my Mr. Squeeze—enjoying one of those quiet Sunday mornings, the kind where time moves slower and the house feels like a deep breath.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of fresh bread. Steam curled from our lattes. Sunlight poured across the counter and warmed the butter dish as we waited with anticipation.

When I opened the oven to remove the lid from the Dutch oven, wide-eyed and with a slight grin, I was surprised—it wasn’t completely flat. I saw promise. I quickly closed the oven door, as if not to jinx the little bit of rise I saw.

Not knowing exactly what it would taste like—and seeing the rise wasn’t great—we went for it anyway. After all, it’s bread. How bad could it be?

We sliced into the loaf while it was still warm.
Yes, I know you’re not supposed to… but it was just us. No one was looking.
So we did it.
Just the outer edge—not quite the center.

And it was gooey, warm, and surprisingly perfect.
Imagine if I had followed the recipe exactly?

We sat at the table, barefoot and unhurried, nibbling slices with salted butter and strawberry jam.

I mentioned how the crumb shimmered in the light, like it had a little glow.
Mr. Squeeze nodded and said, “It really does look golden.”

Then one of us—I honestly don’t remember who—smiled and said,
“It’s the golden crumb.”

We both laughed. It was one of those small, easy moments where a name just arrives.
And just like that, it stuck.

Golden Crumb.
Not because it was perfect—because it was warm, real, and just right for a Sunday morning. 💛🍓💛

Kitchen scene with Barton Springs Mill flour to the left, rooster in the background, a half loaf balanced on a full loaf in a white bowl, and buttered sourdough slices with a latte nearby
Golden Crumb sourdough loaf resting in a white linen-lined bowl with flour and white roses to the left, all under a sunlit kitchen window
Top-down view of a full and half loaf of Golden Crumb sourdough on a round wooden board, with a buttered slice on china, a latte, and a flower peeking into the frame
Buttered slice of Golden Crumb sourdough on china with a latte beside it and a half loaf softly out of focus in the background
Top-down view of a slice of Golden Crumb sourdough with jelly on a china plate, latte to the left, and sourdough loaf peeking in
Half of a Golden Crumb sourdough loaf showing the crumb, with a spoonful of jelly on a slice of bread and a small dish beside it

🥪 The True Test? Mr. Squeeze’s Lunch.

While we enjoyed the first slices of this golden loaf at our sunlit breakfast bar, paired with lattes and quiet morning energy, I couldn’t help but wonder: was Mr. Squeeze’s praise genuine, or was he just being kind in his early morning grogginess?

The real test was lunch.

Mr. Squeeze is a sandwich aficionado, especially when it comes to his beloved turkey sandwiches loaded with mayo, mustard, tomato, and lettuce. But the bread? It has to be soft and flavorful—the star of the sandwich.

He crafted his sandwich, took a bite, paused, and smiled. “It’s really good,” he said, giving me that slow, satisfied nod of approval. That was all I needed. The flavor was nutty, toasty, with a hint of sweetness—a depth that only whole wheat can provide.

And then, as always, he slipped a bite to Lily under the table.
A tiny piece of turkey on a sliver of bread.

She sniffed. She tasted.
Her tail wagged like it was the best thing that had ever happened.

And just like that—she wanted more.
Her excitement, her little dance, that tail… it wins us over every time.

That’s when I knew this loaf wasn’t a flop.
It was a full-on family favorite. Approved by Mr. Squeeze and my Lily! 💛

Who knew all it took was 700 grams of fresh milled whole wheat flour to remind me:
Breathe, trust the process… and let the dough become part of my story.

Vintage timer counting down 25 minutes with sourdough starter on a spoon and messy floured board in the background

Now that I’ve Googled and baked my way through it a bit more, here’s what I’ve come to understand:

Whole wheat is a bit… needy. It’s a thirsty little thing.
It drinks up more water than softer flours and brings a lot more texture and weight to the dough—so your loaf might feel tighter, rise a little less, and bake up more rustic than cloud-like.

Which is totally okay. That’s what mine did too.

Honestly? At first look, I thought this loaf was a flop. I almost didn’t even give it a chance.
I thought for sure it would be an instant kerplunk straight into the trash.

When a loaf doesn’t meet my expectations, I tend to do that. One bite, then goodbye.
I don’t like looking at a stinker on the counter—it just drives me nuts and then I feel obsessed to make a better loaf.

But if I had known what I know now, I might’ve added more water, shaped it with more intention, or at least not freaked out. 😅

💡 What I’ve Learned About Whole Wheat (in my terms):

Whole wheat just wants to be seen. 👀
It needs a little more hydration, a little more patience, and maybe a pep talk before shaping.
It’s not difficult—it’s just high-maintenance in a lovable way.

📝 And What I’d Do Differently (Now That I Know Better):

I’m not saying I won’t make this loaf exactly the same again…
But next time, I’ll trust it.
I’ll add a tiny splash of more water, take my time with shaping, and not let my brain spiral at the first sign of “tight dough.”

And yes, I do want to make another loaf honoring Chef Julia’s dreamy 00 flour blend—without going rogue this time. 🙃

If you want to try it her way, just follow the same recipe here but use Tam 105 00 and Yecora Rojo 00 in place of the whole wheat.

✨ A little softer, a little lighter—it’s like the chill version of my happy little accident. 🙃

Golden Crumb sourdough loaf in a linen-lined bowl with soft white roses beside it on a sunlit kitchen counter
Golden Crumb sourdough sliced and stacked with a full loaf beside it, bathed in warm kitchen sunlight
Half loaf of Golden Crumb sourdough resting on stacked slices, with a full loaf behind and roses above in sunlit kitchen light

🥖 Ready to Bake It Yourself?

This is the golden, hearty whole wheat loaf I almost gave up on—but it turned out to be one of the best surprises I’ve ever pulled from the oven.

Now? It’s the bread I reach for when I want something cozy, nourishing, and totally trustworthy.
Mr. Squeeze loves it with peanut butter or his afternoon turkey sandwhich. Lily prefers it with just the tiniest pin drop of butter—delicately approved with a tail wag.

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