I want to tell you about the morning I stood in my kitchen, nose hovering over my sourdough starter jar, convinced I had somehow created nail polish remover. My sourdough starter smells like acetone, I typed frantically into Google with one hand while fanning the jar away from my face with the other. My husband … Read more
It was day fourteen, and I was standing in my kitchen at 7am, staring at a jar of what looked like slightly lumpy paste. No bubbles. No dome. No signs of life whatsoever. My sourdough starter won’t rise, I typed desperately into Google for what felt like the hundredth time, flour dust still on my … Read more
I want to tell you about the morning I nearly threw away a starter I had been nurturing for three months. It was a Tuesday, I had just shuffled into the kitchen in my pajamas, and when I lifted the lid off my jar I was greeted by what I can only describe as the … Read more
