After a couple of months of hiatus my husband has started making bread again! There have been a few dishes that I have made since the move that has filled the house with smells that remind us of “home”, but none could compare to the smell of baking bread. I love it when he makes bread; it makes the house smell good, he enjoys it, and it saves me from buying the bread with the nasty preservatives. He usually makes whole wheat bread but now he would like to expand his horizons.
A few weeks ago hef asked if I would mind if he did a sourdough starter. Sure! I said-who doesn’t like more bread? And sourdough…mmm…good. He said it would take a while. Huh? He explained that it takes like a week to get a sourdough starter going and you have to feed it. Feed it? Like Feed Me, Seymour! Great, I already have Bailey that nibbles on my fingers and I suspect would be one of those cats that eats its owner if I was a heavier sleeper.
I said yes, but explained that he was responsible for feeding it and cleaning up after it. And if it needed a walk a one am in the freezing rain he would have to do it. =)
So here is our little sourdough starter in between meals. I asked him if we could name it, he said if it made it to Sunday-maybe.