I am pleased to report that the sourdough lives. It was a bit sluggish this morning, though, so I gave it an extra feed of organic rye flour and bottled water after I removed the part I was going to…
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…
As I type this, my sourdough starter has been living with me for eight days, and it is not dead yet! On the contrary, it’s sitting on a bench in the kitchen, looking hopeful, because tomorrow is baking day. I…
What is this strange thing that has invaded my kitchen? It rises. It bubbles. It expands so very slowly that at first you don’t realise just how scary it is. Its taste is very nearly indescribable. Sour, yes, but that…
My sourdough starter has arrived! It doesn’t have a name yet, largely because all the names I come up with are things like Herbert or George, and really, sourdough starter is the mother of bread so it ought to be…
I have put the sourdough starter that arrived today into the icebox (that is to say, the fridge) And I would probably (nay, certainly) rather be playing with dough than working. Forgive me for perpetrating this awful parody…
I’m seriously considering starting a sourdough culture. (Yes, the Corinna Chapman book got me again.) Actually, it would be more accurate to say, I’m seriously considering *attempting* to start a sourdough culture, since I gather this is easier said than…