You forgot about my sourdough experimenting, didn’t you?
I don’t blame you. I nearly did.
With the kitchen in disarray for a couple months, making bread on a regular basis kinda fell by the wayside. Homer (my starter levain) hung out in the fridge and I offered him up a couple irregular feedings, but there was about a month there when we didn’t even have running water, so I kinda crossed my fingers and hoped for a quiet hibernation.
After our holiday tour ended and we got back home, I began anew this morning my efforts to revive my poor starter from his winter slumber. He was a little crusty on the top, but I warmed him up and stirred him gently. A fresh dose of flour and water, and a couple sets of crossed fingers later, I’ve been checking in over the course of the day to see how he’s faring.
I also tried to make a loaf of bread from the recently woken levain… which went about as well as you’d expect from anything you wake up and demand go to work for you.
While Homer has spent the day churning away on the countertop, and right now after a solid 12 hours of action seems to be ready for another feeding, my bread on the other hand… I’m going to proof it overnight, but I’m not holding out much hope for a fresh-baked morning loaf at this point: I’m just hoping it doesn’t revolt and take over the kitchen while I’m sleeping.