I have a confession. I might be a killer.
So Sir Yeast E. Baker (my sad attempt at a sourdough starter) was thriving. One could even say he was growing like yeast. More than doubling his size in 12 hours!
I’d feed him and he’d grow even more. I even feared he’d outgrow the special mason har I’d bought him for $1.99. I obviously spared no expense in housing this boy. I wanted him to thrive and live forever.
But he began to smell like, well, it reminded me of walking into my teenaged boy’s bedrooms. Let’s say ripe. I thought well maybe he was hungry? So I fed him and…nothing. Nearly twenty four hours later, I saw a couple weak bubbled on the top (probably gasping for his last breaths??) but no growth. The smell was getting more pungent. Like a teenaged boy’s laundry bag that had been closed up tight for a week.
Still I wasn’t giving up. I fed him again, desperately hoping to revive him! I carefully put him in my oven with the light on to keep the temperature perfect. And waited.
But the next day…nothing. And the smell was starting to make me queasy. Now to be fair, I have a very low threshold for smells right now so it could be me. I waited a bit longer, but I soon realized that Sir Yeast E. Baker had left the mortal realm.
And so…I might be a killer.
Or maybe not??? I’m just saying that I can’t account for all Wizard’s movement during the time when Sir Yeast E. Baker began to fail to thrive. And Wizard never really liked Sir Yeast E. Baker, and was in fact, quite suspicious of him. Could Wizard have been jealous? I was spending a lot of time with the little guy, feeding him and keeping him warm?
Hmm, maybe I’m not a killer at all. Maybe I am living with a yeast killer!
Happy Wednesday! Hope everyone had a nice Valentine’s Day!
P.S. I will try again once I have recovered