Although she often smelt like a sour smelling brewery most of the time, I had actually formed a bit of a bond with my sourdough starter.
My little starter on Day Three
I had finally been lured to the dark side of wild yeast. Plus, you can even use it to make cakes! I made her on Sunday, following this River Cottage recipe and all was going good until I got home last night.
I thought it had died. Quite spectacularly too. The whole thing had separated and smelt so disgusting that even I wretched. I must explain here that there are only two things that make me wretch, I have a pretty strong stomach.
I hoped to myself that maybe that was normal (pah!) so duly stirred it all together, at arm’s length, poured half of it away, fed it and left her somewhere warm.
It was even worse when I got home this afternoon so I’ve admitted defeat. Rest in peace, sourdough starter attempt 1. May your predecessor be slightly more fruitful…