We got back from a mini-vacation yesterday afternoon.
Typically I make yogurt on a weekly basis, but I didn't have time to before I left,
so our old yogurt was a bit icky.
So today I had to revamp the yogurt from here.
I also received a package in the mail from Alaska thanks to
This is my life at 720 square feet, she is such a sweet fierce momma!
In it was a pack of sourdough from Alaska!
(Have I ever mentioned my obsession with Alaska...
I have a ULU my parents brought back for me and now a living sourdough... and some beautiful books!
Oh it is just too much!)
I love sourdough.
I love it with passion.
I have wanted to make a good one for a while, but just didn't have the courage to make one from scratch
(what if it made awful sourdough)
and I couldn't find a starter that was an old strain locally.
C. and I mixed it up (with a bit of a struggle over the whole spoon issue.
C. didn't want to use a wooden spoon.
Her metal spoon would spell certain death for the dough.)
So now I have that fermenting over the top of my yogurt on a heating pad.
I have a large pile of fermentation slowly cooking away.
I love all the little creatures making food yummy.
So I will post this without pictures in hope that I find my camera after the long car ride and will later post a picture of my heap.