an ancient culture – sourdough bread made easy


A couple of months ago, I was entrusted with some sourdough starter that had been grown on grape must in LaBrea, California, over twenty years ago. The friend, who gave me the rare gift, in a glass jam jar along with some cursory instructions for its care, reminded me that the starter is a living thing.

I actually feel a sense of responsibility towards it – I don’t want to be cause of the starter’s demise after its twenty year plus lifespan and it’s long trip across the continent and north of the border to Eastern Ontario. Continue reading “an ancient culture – sourdough bread made easy”