Monday, January 21, 2013

Welcome to my World, Sourdough!

A school friend (who obviously knows me well) gave me a cup of her sourdough starter last week. This is my first experience with a starter, and I relished in her warning that tending to it would be similar to caring for child.  Right up my alley! (The tending part, not the child part.)  The more complicated, drawn-out, and involved a process can me, I am that much more willing to tackle it.  

Starter, post-feeding

Bread, in need of some kneading

Totally worth it. 

Makes some killer French toast.

So far I have made five loaves of bread using this recipe. (Ahem. I'll leave the number of loaves I have remaining a mystery.) Each time you make bread, you must feed the starter first. And each time you feed the starter, you must discard a cup of the solution. Um, no. That's not going to happen on the Patti Wagon. So with this "discard" cup, I've made pizza dough and cinnamon rolls.

Rise, pizza dough, rise!

Excuse the bite marks. 

So it goes without saying that I'm living the carbo life right now. I'm training for my sixth marathon, so I don't feel so bad, but at some point, I'm going to need to cut back. Just not tomorrow. 

I'll have these waiting for me when I wake up, and I'm pretty sure it's scientifically impossible to have a bad day after a breakfast of homemade, straight-out-of-the-oven cinnamon rolls. 

6:30AM, Charleswood.