I’ve finally done it. I’ve created my very own sourdough-starting yeast baby. I promised myself that it would be one of the first things I did once we got situated in the apartment, and true to my word I tossed some flour, water and sugar together to see what would happen.
Days 1 & 2 were fairly uneventful. Alton Brown’s (ugh) baking book mentioned it would be at least 3 days before anything started happening. And as much as I loathe the guy, he knows his stuff:
Sourdough Starter Day 3
But it was day four when the fun really started. And by fun I mean bubbling madness and the very particular smell that sourdough provides. I love it. The middle school science nerd in me just sits there watching it bubble, while the 32-year-old bread nerd in me can’t wait to foster that thing for years to come. And I’m really interested in trying to make my own sourdough bread, possibly even trying a variation on the pretzel bread.
- Sourdough Starter Day 4
As it continues to grow, I’ll post more photos. Katie says we should name it, so if anyone has any recommendations, let me know. This yeast baby *feels* like a girl, but all names are welcome.
or how about Anal Lee Hubbard?
What about “Sourdough Sally”?