I had a glass of water with my dinner, and it tasted like Adelaide water. Actually, it tasted worse than Adelaide water. I used to rather like drinking Adelaide water (It’s an acquired taste. One acquires it in order to gross out one’s friends. Well, I was a teenager…). This tasted like a swimming pool.
Why am I making such a fuss about a glass of water? Because I poured it five minutes after measuring out water for my sourdough and mixing it in. Which means it’s very possible I just fed my sourdough highly chlorinated water.
And my sourdough is not bubbling. And it should be by now.
I have a horrible feeling I have killed it dead. Poor little sourdough – it didn’t even live long enough to acquire a name.
I’m hoping against hope that I just got one bad glass of water, and that it’s the cold weather making my sourdough sluggish. Maybe it will all be alright in the morning. Even if it isn’t, I have a frozen backup starter and a dry starter that I can try.
I still feel guilty, though.