Hubble bubble...

Oh gawd. In my writing life,  I am at that terrible pitching stage when you know that people are reading your  new manuscript but you  don’t yet know what they think of it.

 And so I am distracting myself in the only sensible way I know . May I introduce you, ladies and gentlemen and boys and girls, to my first…..(pause for dramatic effect)  sourdough starter.

 
Yup. I have finally gone and done it. Whizzed up some flour and water, with a little guidance from the lovely Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall.

 I have popped the starter in a glass jar and given it a warm and cosy spot in the kitchen. I have given it some very special tlc.  I have fed it daily.

And now I am being rewarded with lots of lovely bubbles, which is apparently precisely what we want.

 Just a few more days, according to my bread guru Hugh,  and  I will be ready to bake with it.

 Never mind that my elder son – currently home from uni – apparently “hates” sour dough bread. Never mind that the Husband keeps eyeing the jar as if it is some Frankenstein experiment.

 I am a happy lady.  More sweet than sour, you might say.

 Here’s hoping the new pitching bubbles along just as nicely.
 

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