This morning I woke up bright and early–10:30 am–and clapped my hands together, eager to begin my day.”Feed me,” I heard a voice say from the other room.”Lauren is that you?” I asked, inquisitively.”Feed me Seymour, feed me now,” the voice continued.Ah, Lauren left the TV on. “Little Shop of Horrors” on TBS.In any case, the time had come to feed my starter. I began by peeling the lid off the foul-smelling festering liquid / solid scenario:I squeezed the bag of grapes dry and emptied it into the trash. I then used a flat whisk and whisked together the liquid and the solid, creating a smoothie like texture. This Smoothie would be perfect for bullemics.I poured two cups off into a measuring cup:
And, listening to Nancy, I discarded the rest.”But we’re alive!” the starter pleaded.I turned on the garbage disposal.Cleaning out the Tupperware, I pourded the 2 cups of Smoothie Starter back in:
I then prepared the starter’s food:
(1 cup water; 1.25 cups flour)I poured it in and stirred:
The starter belched.I went away to school and when I came back just now, the starter was bubbling and gurgly. It’s alive again!Only 2 more feedings today (one in 15 minutes); 5 more days of feedings; and I’ll have bread!Actually, today’s starter work was kind of fun. The apartment REEKS though. Kind of like a cheese-wrapped dead man. After 80 days. You get the idea.


