What does faith have to do with bread? Why when I had all of the prep for Thanksgiving did I spend today making sourdough? See what the boules up above turned into? They smell better than they look. (both are out of the oven now)
Last week I promised my primary kids bread like pioneers made so I woke Sheldon (my sourdough start) up and spent today in a kitchen covered with flour and watching for flour, water, and salt to work it's magic. A few years ago for girls camp I starting thinking about the analogy of sour dough bread being like faith. There are several ways to get your start, sometimes they are borrowed from other people, started on the kitchen window sill with flour and water and careful feeding, ordered off of the internet, "cheater" starter with potato water and yeast. None of them are wrong, but just like faith it starts in many different ways. Soul searching alone, born in traditions our parents teach, etc. but eventually faith and sour dough have to grow on their own and not rely on others. The analogy goes on, but I have a disaster of a kitchen to clean up and it's getting late.
Is anyone interested in me sharing my sour dough technique once Thanksgiving has passed? Either traditional sour dough boules or bread without any of the sour dough tang that simply uses sour dough starts to leaven the bread.
