Friday, 5 December 2008
cleaning and tidying the fridge
Well, I did it. As I was looking for cheddar cheese this morning for our cheese, onion, green chilli omelette, the container with the wild yeast starter was staring at me.
Sourly mocking me.
Daring me to wait til tomorrow to see what would happen. Spreading its bubbles into an alcoholic sheen on top of the flour and water sludge.
I couldn’t take it any more.
Yup, I just murdered my floor. Down the drain it went. No photographs, just in case you’re thinking of sending the bread police after me for Saccharomycicide. And yes, I have washed away any evidence. Yes, I used soap. 
If you haven’t already, please read the sometimes grisly history of my hunt for wild yeast:
- Why wait for spring? capturing wild yeast: part 1
- bubbles!!! capturing wild yeast: part 2
- still bubbling! capturing wild yeast: part 3
- crackers… capturing wild yeast: part 4
- no bread yet… capturing wild yeast: parts 5 & 6
- baking powder pucks
- Wild yeast hunt is on again…
- Rats.
- care for some flat bread, anyone?
- still hunting for the elusive wild yeast…
- bubbles, tiny bubbles!!
- wild yeast starter recipe
Ooops . . . promise I won’t tell.
Thank you! You really are too kind. -ejm
hmm… will you start over?
Not in the near future… it’s way too cold in the kitchen and 100% of the people in the house were sick of how sour the bread was.
-ejm
You did the right thing. I was never very comfortable with the whole issue of those little traps to collect the yeast. Now it can be free to roam the…ether? where DOES yeast roam?