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I have decided to name my sourdough baby Freddy Farter the Bread Starter, a modified version of a name I found online.  Yes, that is correct; most of my brilliant ideas aren’t actually my own ideas.  I, myself, am not brilliant, therefore I need to borrow brilliance from people who are much wittier than I.  Who needs creativity?  We’ve got Pinterest!  But, that’s beside the point.

When one caters to a sour batch of emotionless organisms day and night, providing thankless provisions, documenting progress, and planning your days and vacations around a jar full of gaseous entities, you develop feelings for it (sounds an awful lot like your kids, doesn’t it)?

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Needless to say, when Mike decided to feed Freddy Farter himself, unsupervised, I felt instant panic!  Trying to mask the hysteria in my voice, I asked “why?!”  His reply was simply, “I know what I’m doing”.  A good wife would have shown faith in her husband’s ability to nurture her tiny tooter properly….. I am not a good wife.  I instantly began spouting out instruction and rushed in moments later to “fix the damage” that had been done (I waited as long as I could, people)!

Of course, Freddy was fine and survived another day to continue exuding his sour-smelling flatulance in the Maggiore household.

Turns out, Mikey is quite the baker and pleased us all with warm and fluffy homemade cinnamon buns.  I took a photo of the first batch, delicious but triangular.  The second batch was also delicious, but perfectly round.  Unfortunately, I didn’t take any additional pictures.  Either way, they rose beautifully and naturally with only wild yeast!  More importantly, they melted in my mouth!

Next up, a loaf of bread.  Introducing the first loaf that has risen suitably since I started this process and it was sooooo yummy!  Spread a little butter on it or dip it in olive oil with Italian seasoning, one clove of fresh, pressed garlic, pink or gray salt, freshly ground pepper and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar.  You won’t stop eating it!

If Freddy Farter could talk, I would likely consider his counsel.  I suppose my first question would be, “Why did you betray me?  Why couldn’t you rise abundantly for me?”.  I suspect Freddy’s answer would be to lay aside the weight of perfection.  Well said, stinker.

Gluten intolerant?  Read this and discover how real bread can still be a part of your diet!  My Sourdough Baby.  Discover more about sourdough here: How To Rock Sourdough, although I wouldn’t exactly say I rocked it.

If you decide you want to take on your own sourdough baby, and I strongly suggest you do, it will be a challenge with many rewards!  Mike and I have even begun a bit of a competition as to which step of the process has created essential rising.  I’d like to call it a  lover’s duel!

 

 

 

 

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