Last night I pulled my sourdough starter out of the refrigerator to feed. I had it sitting on the top shelf of my refrigerator for a little over two weeks with a cap lightly sitting on it, not quite screwed on so that gasses could still escape. Just so you know, I never smelled it sitting in there during that two weeks.
When I sat the jar of starter on my counter last night to feed it, I first poured off the dark liquid. Next I added one cup of flour and one cup of cold water and then left it out overnight to breathe with a layer of cheesecloth on top. Just like when I was making the starter in the first place. This morning when I checked on the starter, it was bubbly looking and had expanded in the jar by about 25 percent. Good sign! That means my starter is still alive. Isn’t it a little creepy to think of some flour and water in a jar as living? It’s okay if you nod.
Then I poured some of my sourdough starter into a small jar –to give to my friend Traci when I visit this afternoon– and the rest went into a fresh, clean jar to await being baked into something yummy. Sourdough pancakes? Biscuits? We’ll see.
Can you believe I have another giant gallon-sized glass jar? Actually I have three. Leftovers from my past life as a tea house owner. I got them from a company called U-Line if you’re curious. And if you ever want to talk tea… I’m your girl.