I mean, seriously? I'm thinkin' this is either some Kick Ass Sourdough Starter or a guaranteed jail term after I kill somebody off with this stuff...
Bart appears to be leanin' towards the jail time option...
Typically, situations like this whole sourdough mess begin with my good intentions...good intentions and an impressive lack of actual knowledge...
"by gum, I'm going to actually do some of these cool things in the magazines I buy!"*
Generally, this is when my closest and oldest friends dissolve into helpless laughter**....
It smells sour...so that is a good sign? maybe? yes? no?
Sally (yes, I've named her so I'm under even greater pressure to keep this thing alive) looks like this after her mid-day feeding...
Okay, open for opinions here...
although, at this stage of the game (meaning after being caught several times dubiously staring into the jar, giving a half-hearted swish with my wooden spoon and then putting Sally back into the pantry), I'm pretty sure even Hubby won't consider eating anything that evolves out of this project...and I'm even more certain I won't...
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*sort of trying to justify the ridiculous amount of $ I spend each month on magazines...and we're not even talkin' about the ones that arrive courtesy of our lovely mail lady...
**and then I get to hear all of the Remember When You Tried stories...
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I nasty jar of this had better NOT be my Christmas present.
You never know - at least you've tried. I read that magazine too and Urban Farming.
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I think it looks like it is supposed to look. Bake it up, the oven will kill anything too nasty!
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