My second loaf of sourdough…
…Also not a success. While some larger species of duck may have survived a direct hit from the loaf, smaller ones would still have been at a high risk of extreme deadness. Taste-wise it wasn’t all that either, once I braved losing a tooth to check.
So based on no real evidence at all other than the location of the moon last night I’ve decided it must be the starter that’s the issue, so that one’s gone-burger. Kaput. Gone to meet it’s maker. Oh. Wait. That’s me!
New starter was, erm, started today. In the hope of capturing some particularly tasty wild yeasts I even took it for a stroll down through the long grass while whipping it gently in it’s big blue bowl. Must have looked a bit odd to any neighbours that happened to be watching, but I’m sure they’ll see weirder things.
Crossing fingers this one works out a bit better. Otherwise I may well have to look into other parts of the process for issues…