Let’s Be Real
I Killed the Sourdough Starter
Passive aggressively, semi on purpose
We Started Strong
So, this jar is a tiny bit of a lie. I did indeed start this sourdough starter in 2020 with the sweet contribution of my niece. Then, my beautiful little 6-year-old ray of sunshine named it.
I diligently fed it, measuring the exact grams of perfectly checked to-temp water and organic whole wheat flour. I loved watching the healthy little specimens raise the mixture to double in size. It entirely fulfilled the inner chemist I never became.
I watched videos about how to “do” sourdough, from caring for the starter to the mix and waiting to knead until your knuckles bleed to waiting again, but not too long or too soon. Some people cut out steps with excellent results, and others worked on theirs until the wee morning.
I timed everything and made plans to integrate the timing into my schedule and routine. The challenge was right up my alley since I love a good puzzle to work out.
I even bought all the things, ALL the things.
You know what? I found a lot of success! Ish. And I even liked it. In fact, I really liked it. It felt more primal somehow than just throwing a few ingredients in a bowl, and it turned…
