The homemade sourdough bread-making craze has been around for a couple of years. I can make a delicious artisan loaf but there is a science to making sourdough. I miserably failed the sourdough phenomenon..lol. Here’s my sad story.

My friend, Cheryl, gifted me a jar of fermented flour and water, aka, sourdough starter. As the new owner, my job was to feed it daily with additional water and flour by weight. Most sourdough bakers use grams instead of ounces which confuses me even more! The live culture needs a daily supply of water and flour or the yeast will die. That means no bread, or any recipe like pancakes or muffins, using sourdough.  Geez..it was like caring for a baby.

Each morning my kitchen looked like a science experiment gone wrong. On my counter was a food scale, a wide-mouthed jar, scattered flour, spilled water, and a sticky starter smeared on my counter. Dang.

The process was more difficult than I anticipated. Why? Here’s my reasonings…first, I think you have to have a math and science brain. I couldn’t wrap my head around how many grams of water and flour you needed to add each day to your starter and how much you needed to discard so the yeast could get enough food without diluting. 

My second problem was googling “sourdough”. There are hundreds of suggestions, directions, and experts giving their advice on best practices. Yeesh. Who’s advice do I follow? It was overwhelming.

I did make sourdough pancakes one morning after I thought my starter was ready for a trial run, but the amount of work leading up to it was too much. Breaking out the Bisquick is fine for me with no extra effort.

After a month of daily feeding and waiting for it to rise and fall, I stuck my jar in the refrigerator to keep it dormant. The next time I cleaned my fridge, the starter made it into the trash..lol. You can’t say I didn’t try. Turns out the sourdough bread-making hype is just not for me. I’ll stick to making my artisan bread.

The gorgeous loaf in the picture was a gift from my friend Kristen! Isn’t it beautiful? The crumb is perfect and has just the right amount of sour taste. It was delicious and happy for her that she found a new passion. Frankly, I’m jealous of her and Cheryl that they have tackled and exceeded the art of sourdough. I wish.

I think I’ll stick to right-brain activities…