Wednesday morning I fed the sourdough starter, planning to make bread that afternoon. I never got around to it so Thursday morning I fed it again and still never got around to it. Yesterday morning, we were out of bread so I had to get it made. Usually, I feed the starter in the morning, stir up the dough, mess with it in the evening, leave it out all night, put it in the bread pan the next morning, let it sit most of the day and then bake it.
Yesterday morning I fed the starter about 6 a.m. and instead of waiting til about 4 p.m. to stir up the dough, I did it about 10 a.m., messed with it til about 1 p.m., stuck it in the loaf pan, let it rise and baked it about 6 p.m.
I fully expected it to be ugly and dry but it actually turned out to be one of the better loaves I’ve made recently. This just proves how forgiving this sourdough is.
Almost everyone I talk to does theirs differently but we all end up with bread we’re happy with. If only all of life were so simple!