A couple of weeks ago, the amazing bazu heard my desperate pleas for help and graciously sent me some of her sourdough starter. It arrived in dry form, and I somehow managed to bring it back to life without killing it (or anything else) in the process. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to bazu (and also my soul, but that’s another story).

Having never worked with sourdough before, I’m having a good time learning about it and trying different recipes. The first bread I made turned out a bit dense and pale, mostly because I forgot about it and let it over-proof (oops!).

I know the slash pattern on the left one looks kinda like a pot leaf, but it was totally unintentional.

It was still amazingly delicious though, and most of it was consumed by dipping it in olive oil and black pepper, straight up. I’m planning a second batch soon, which I hope will be even more glorious than the first.