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:
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.
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.