I knew nothing of sourdough starter before self-isolation. Then it was all over social media. Not that I said it within earshot of my phone even, it was just always on my feed. Probably because even when I’m not saying ‘bread’ out loud, it is always on my mind and we know, by now, Google is reading our thoughts. So there is proof (and, yes, that is a pun).
And now I have some starter of my own. His name is Terry Breadshaw. This is a Steelers House and since the starter can’t wear the jersey, he wears the name.
I got the starter from a friend. I’m not crazy enough to try starting a starter from scratch. Here is the exchange that got me in this mess. I’m not sure my friend had time for my hilarity. Hopefully, you do.
So, I tried it.
I got this much.
It grew to this much in less than two hours.
I woke up one morning to Terry having a bubble bath.
Then I made bread like a bitch!
The following image is NSFW–which I know is your living room–so, I guess it’s suitable.
WARNING: Bread Porn ahead!
I”m feeding my little baby and taking care of it every day and even shared some (Terry’s babies are Bread Butler, Glutinous Maximus, Sourdancer, and Lady Breadonna). For now, Terry is hidden in a safe spot. Don’t bother breaking in to get some of him. Unless you have the ‘secret’ it will self combust and you will be covered with the evidence like when I left pizza dough to proof overnight**.
*Now you get the proof pun, don’t you?
*This is not true. But I wish it were. Don’t steal because it is wrong not because you value the cleanliness of your ensembles which, I know, consists of sweatpants, if any pants, and either a sweatshirt or a flannel depending on how fancy you want to be during isolation.