I got a new pet.
I do have to feed it.
It does require attention.
I’m a little scared I’m gonna kill it.
It tastes delicious.

It’s sourdough starter.

 

It was handed down from a friend of a friend and I’m hoping it’s lineage is strong and will summon the greater baker within.

BUT! When I began researching how to train, treat, and care for my new pet, I became completely overwhelmed by the voluminous pages of high science, measurement, and timing. I was on the verge of making my pet into crackers and calling it a day.

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Eventually, reason (and laziness) won out and I decided to try a loaf without science. What’s the worst that could happen AND if generations of humans could keep this particular pet alive and thriving, couldn’t I just figure it out???

…Oh, that I had smell-o-blog.

Perfect? No.
A Start? Yes.

It walks like a duck, talks like a duck, so it must be sourdough.

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Now comes science: with a pseudo-success under my belt, I’m getting out the gram weight measure, the timer, all the pages, and am audibly making utterances like:

“Bwah hah hah haaaa”

and

“Rise!!!!
Rraaaaaiiiiisssze!!!”

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More to follow….

I’ll be sure to pass on what I discover and in the meantime, if you have extensive sourdough expertise, please…. comment, instruct, bequeath!

all the
acid,
lactobacilli,
wild yeast,
and I
thank you.