Kneading Dough

The story of a culinary creation


Right after Christmas, I created my first sourdough starter. I named it Blunderbore and vowed to help it grow.

Like other deities of creation, I bestowed gifts upon young Blunderbore: filtered water, wheat and all-purpose flour and, of course, my undivided attention.

All was well for many days.

This week, Blunderbore begat. And I named this new creature: Sourdough Bread.

When my now-mature starter offered Sourdough as a sacrifice, to thank me for all the blessings I had given and to request good fortune in the future, I gratefully accepted.

For a first-born bread, Sourdough was delicious.

sourdough bread

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