Bread tastes of home – The Joy Trip Project
I've been trying to make a decent sourdough bread for years. This weekend I think I finally succeeded. My wife Shamane, who's by far the better baker, had created a starter I was certain I must have murdered. Cultures of bacteria that make bread rise with life had thrived for weeks in our refrigerator. But I nearly laid waste to the entire population with a premature dose of salt in failed attempt at flavor. Fortunately for the bugs and my marriage they survived to make frothy sponge of...
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