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.