That’s right, Sourdough. You and me? We’re done. Finito. Kaput. No matter how much love I give you, you refuse to do your thing. I had to bring in Janet into the situation for one-on-one consultations and STILL, you gave me grief. Janet asked me what I had named you and I apologise; I had no idea. So I gave you my favourite name: Charlotte. And what did you do? NOTHING.
But let me go to the beginning. When I first decided to try my hand at sourdough – yeast having become more impossible to get than toilet paper – (and like every other Tom, Dick and Harry during the great Sit-In – so unoriginal and such a follower, am I) I followed Janet’s instructions to the letter. 50g flour, 50 g water (filtered), mix, set aside, covered, room temp. Days 5, 7, 9, I did the 50g sour, 50g flour, 50g water – keeping the discard for future waffles (which were rather good, I might add).
Days 10, 11, 12, I left you alone. When I uncovered you, your stink made me recoil. “It should smell pleasantly like cheesy beer.” Ummmm. No… this was closer to vomit. I threw you out. Oh wait… this would not be YOU, you. But let’s call him/her your late cousin, who shall remain nameless as well, I didn’t know. Plus there was an orange tint to it so, I took no chances. Of course, once I posted my failure on FB, everyone who could chimed in with a NOOO don’t chuck it! Too late. NEXT!
We decide, Janet and I, to start fresh and do a double-feed per day for three days and then bake. Let’s see… You looked nice
So I did my kneading (stretch, pull over, eight “corners”) every half-hour for three hours. Followed the video, EXACTLY, the bowls, the cloth, the flour. I was not impressed with the rise at all. But I went with it anyhoo. My boules looked nice though not huge. (Haha! I wish!) Used my special Dutch oven, preheated, baked and… phooey.
“Looks acidified,” says Janet. Well hell and damnation. The crust was nice, as you can see but the crumb? To the bin with ya.
We start over.
We do the double feed, for three days to speed up the process with the intention of trying just one loaf. At one point Janet said you looked cold, Charlotte,
so I gave you the oven with the light on. Barely a bubble. We tried all sorts of feedings. Nothing. I left you alone for a few days, figuring you were in a mood. All you gave me was a thin crust of hardened – something. I think my oven lights are too hot. Skimmed off the goo. Oh! But you did smell wonderful and guess what? Yeah. You made FABULOUS pancakes.
Will I ever try this sourdough thing again? Maybe. I dunno that I have the patience for this type of endeavour, to tell the truth. Ironically, I was on Twitter when I caught Lesley Chesterman’s tweet (she was a food critic for the Montreal Gazette): “I think I’m ready to break up with my sourdough starter. Too moody, too needy, too high-maintenance, sure to let me down in the end. And a bit stinky.” Yep. Pretty much covers my feelings.
Nota bene (or post scriptum): Since last Monday… I have yeast, so…
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Running Diary
For those of you who ready my post where I shared my new “love” of running… ok, ok… I don’t love it. Yet. I thought I’d bring you up to date on the last two.
Saturday was a gorgeous day and there were way too many people out. Some were being good, some, not so much but all of them I kept my distance from. That said, off I went, enthusiastically, for my 10 X 2/2. I made it all the way to the park where I discovered a beautiful field of flowers last year. By the looks of it, there will be more this year – Yay! Plus I ran into a couple from the golf club – chit chatted for 30 seconds, luckily during my walk part. Soon as the bell rang, I was off.
On my way back I was feeling like there was no way in hell I would complete my ten sets. I fudged a little on the times, cutting the run parts twice by 10-15 seconds in an attempt to catch my breath. By the time I was just past my Willow the guilt set in so I added a rep and a half to make up. I was glad it was over.
Today was another story. Like a recalcitrant child who doesn’t want to go to bed, I dug my heels into the entry rug. It was cold outside with a light wind and rain was threatening. Really? Do I have to? I don’t know what force pushed me out the door but it worked. And you are right, B… nothing more satisfactory than pushing yourself to do that thing you don’t feel like. Not only did I do my ten sets, but after the first two, I felt I could actually control my breath. And then, after walking for four minutes, I thought… why not? And I added three more! Woot! My knee felt a slight twinge just as I finished the third so I made sure my stretching session was properly done. Extremely pleased with myself today. Oh, and, following a discussion with Monika over at Tails Around the Ranch, about her lack of belief there is anything good about running (my former belief, as well), and did I ever notice that runners never smile? Well, guess what Monika! I kept thinking about you and put a smile on my face every time I heard the alarm that yet another set was completed 😀
Itty-bitty magnolia
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