It’s been close to two months probably since I fed my sourdough. I’ve become an unfit mother! Saturday night I got it out, stirred all the black alcohol/liquid back into it and fed it. I usually put the jar in a bowl but I had only put 30 grams of starter, 30 grams of water and 30 grams of flour in there, so there wasn’t but maybe 1/4 to 1/3 of the jar full, and after two months of not being fed, it almost always takes two feedings before it comes to life so I didn’t bother to put the jar in a bowl.
Vince went into the kitchen yesterday morning before I did and he came back to me and said “There’s something oozing all over the countertop!” Oozing? I wasn’t sure what he was talking about but went into the kitchen to find this:
I originally cropped the pineapple out of the picture but it left a really intriguing shadow on the wall — right next to the oozing jar so I figured I’d show part of the pineapple so the shadow wasn’t so weird.
Today I’ll make sourdough English muffins. Several weeks ago I used the last of what I had in the freezer and I’ve missed having those available.