This morning I woke up with a jump – worrying about my sourdough starter. I hustled into the kitchen about 5:30 and opened the oven. I had used the oven for dinner, it had still been warm – so I put flour in the milk/yogurt culture I had made the previous night, and set it back in to ferment longer. It still needs to be kept between 80 and 90 degrees, this time for at least two days.
My milk culture had worked great – almost like yogurt, but not as firm. After about 20 hours, it had curdled up, with a tiny bit of clear liquid at the top. The instructions had said it should smell “good sour,” which sounds vague until you smell it – the nose knows. So, I stirred in a cup of all-purpose flour, it looked like flour paste, but still smelled really good.
I needed to use a bigger container for this stage, the tiny pint container I used to culture the milk wouldn’t allow for bubbling and growth. So, I used a two-quart yogurt container I had saved just for this purpose. Instead of the old crock, I set it in my stainless steel cook pot with some warm water, put the lid on tight, and set it in the oven overnight.
When I got up this morning, it looked and smelled wonderful, and had started bubbling as it should. So, I replaced warm water in the pot and set the plastic container in it, turned the oven on “warm” for 10 minutes, then turned it off and replaced the pot inside. I’ll check it every so often, but I don’t want to let the warm air out of the oven. When it warms up in the house it should stay nice in there.
All this before 6am, I was so excited about it. Outside the sunrise was still unrolling over my neighbor’s roof. Who knew there were so many shades of pink and blue?
The colors just kept getting brighter and more outrageous. Starting with Cotton Candy in a sea of Periwinkle…
With swirls of Tickle Me running across a canvas of Crayola…
Orchids and cherry blossoms floating across a patch of Liberty…oooo – red, white and blue!