“Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.” Ursula K. Le Guin

SourDough?

If you’re going to be sour about something, why not dough?

No sweet, just sour

For many people dough is something they’re sour about, maybe they:

• haven’t got enough
• have too much
• can’t count it fast enough
• are envious of others, who flaunt it
• add your own …

That’s not the purpose of this piece.

Back to sourdough

Two days ago I pulled my sourdough (SD) starter out of the fridge.

Here in the East Neuk room temperature is changing in a downwards direction so it needed a day to rev-up. That means it ought to come back to life … today.

Lazarus means Lazarus

Our politicians say “Brexit means Brexit”. Even today a memo is going the rounds saying they don’t really know what Brexit is … yet. I think the PM is mightily cheesed-off.

For a person who wandered in to the kitchen and started a quick loaf (please Lord) mid-afternoon. I’m betting my SD starter survived even after a few weeks in the fridge. Fortunately for me SD is less emotional than Brexit-distress.

SD starter

I know what it is. I know what it can do. Therefore, if this fails, I have no need to hide my failure from the world. Maybe a little time  off-sick will do.

Speaking of starters

Does anyone want to know about this? (Sourdough starters that is). If so, let me know and I’ll share a wee post on getting going. It isn’t complicated and the results can make one popular in a way that no position or posturing on the EU can.

Will Lazarus succeed?

Tomorrow is another day. My Lazarus-bread’s success or failure will be the subject of a news-flash from a beloved part of Scotland. Watch this space.

© Mac Logan