Sunday, 12 March 2006

On my baby who sleeps in the fridge

Nearly forgot to finish refreshing my baby, a sourdough starter. I am hopeless looking after anything with a life (especially house plants). But this dough is now about 1 year 7 months old! Much older than some of my friends' babies. Miracles never cease.

Remember a chef who once told me that sourdough didn't sound hygienic when I told him about it. He sounded very disgusted like a house-proud woman. But how about beer, cheese, wine, and any other foods which need long periods of fermentation?? I bet he would never say, "I am concerned of germs and moulds" when he puts cheese into his mouth. OK, he is a professional and I am an amateur. So, there's no pint of me having a go at him with this topic. (I have many experiences of my statements being dismissed without any considerations by proud professionals.) But he should trust me with this case. Look, I have never given anybody a food poisoning and my dough has never developed strange colours or rotten smell.

Found out that my youngest girl was STILL jealous of my sourdough. With a real angry frown, she smacks/pinches/pokes me (it's bloody sore!) and tells me that "I'm your little baby! Not that one!" No, she's not joking. She is dead serious. So, just for badness I keep telling her, "I'm looking after my baby" whenever I refresh the sourdough starter. How could she tell me the other day that she wanted a little baby brother or sister?

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