Here's to new passions created by happy little accidents.
This one happened unknowingly by my youngest son after he was home for the Christmas holidays.
"Mom...I left my sourdough starter in the fridge. You're going to have to keep feeding it for me."
And SO I DID
I fed His.
And THEN I Started My OWN and Fed Her. And She liked it. ALOT. So Did I Apparently.
I became obsessed with All Things Sourdough.
Boules. Banana Bread. Pancakes. Sprouted Grain Sandwich Loaf. Cookies. Pretzel Bites. Bagels.
I watched {too} MANY videos. I bought all sorts of new GADGETS.
A Food Measuring Scale. Banneton Proofing Baskets with Linen Liners. Bowl and Dough Scrapers. A Danish Whisk, Bread Lame ~ as well as this very fancy Goldie SOURHOUSE that make both me AND my starter very HaPPy.
That's HER name now. HaPPy...Spelled Just Like That!
We are on a Journey Together. An Adventure. WE have a long ways to go {YET} but Every Day is Filled with
AWE and Goodness.
💫
