She rose in the creepy attic space for about three hours.
When I went to get her, she looked like this…
I stirred it down into a ball of extremely wet dough.
That looked like this…
I floured up the counter real well and started to knead. It was wet and sticky for a while, but I ended up being able to wrestle it into a loaf-shaped mass and then sent it to rise again in the pan…
Viola – the loaf!
Much better than my first attempt, this sourdough actually has a bit of a sour taste to it and a very pleasing texture, even with it being mostly whole wheat. My husband has already eaten a good deal of it toasted.
I’m calling it a success, but the adventure in sourdough is far from being over, dear readers, far from it! I am on the look-out for more recipes to try my hand at…
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