So far it's been a very long, often scary, and usually (luckily) boring pandemic for us. Himself lost his job, but he's had nibbles. I work from home and keep quite busy. To fill in the time Himself has created a sour dough starter. Apparently this is a "thing" people do. Personally, I would go to the bakery, but here it is in all its glory (well...that's not him, that's a stock photo, but the resemblance is uncanny and I suspect it must be a relative).
People who get into this spend a lot of time feeding it, adding flour, and taking out big liquidy clumps to make room for further developed liquidy clumps. The pint glass filled with pale bubbly gloop looks deceitfully like a milkshake. While I haven't fallen for this ploy, it does make me miss milkshakes, and that makes me cranky. People also give their starters names. I'm not making this up. I have better things to lie about, like my age and my weight and where both bars of Lindt Dark Chocolate went. Our little friend is "Tim".
I get several reports every day on how Tim is doing. "He looks perky." "He has more bubbles since I put the sous-vide in the water with him." "He looks better today than yesterday. Yesterday I thought I'd killed him." We have such fun with our COVID roommate! Happily, Himself has also become even more interested than usual in cooking truly amazing meals, all more adventurous than the boring "same old/same old" I am prone to cooking. There is even a rumor that within the next couple of days we will have an actual loaf of sour dough bread. I'll let you know how it turns out.
Meanwhile "Tim" continues to upstage me, and if you know anyone who has ever done theater (even dinky community theater) we do not enjoy being upstaged. So watch it, Tim. But I have to be nice to him. Because somewhere in the back of my head is a gloopy mixture in a science fiction movie. And it didn't turn out well.....not at all.
People who get into this spend a lot of time feeding it, adding flour, and taking out big liquidy clumps to make room for further developed liquidy clumps. The pint glass filled with pale bubbly gloop looks deceitfully like a milkshake. While I haven't fallen for this ploy, it does make me miss milkshakes, and that makes me cranky. People also give their starters names. I'm not making this up. I have better things to lie about, like my age and my weight and where both bars of Lindt Dark Chocolate went. Our little friend is "Tim".
I get several reports every day on how Tim is doing. "He looks perky." "He has more bubbles since I put the sous-vide in the water with him." "He looks better today than yesterday. Yesterday I thought I'd killed him." We have such fun with our COVID roommate! Happily, Himself has also become even more interested than usual in cooking truly amazing meals, all more adventurous than the boring "same old/same old" I am prone to cooking. There is even a rumor that within the next couple of days we will have an actual loaf of sour dough bread. I'll let you know how it turns out.
Meanwhile "Tim" continues to upstage me, and if you know anyone who has ever done theater (even dinky community theater) we do not enjoy being upstaged. So watch it, Tim. But I have to be nice to him. Because somewhere in the back of my head is a gloopy mixture in a science fiction movie. And it didn't turn out well.....not at all.
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