Life stories or the adventures of starters.

It took 3 weeks for my very first kefir sourdough from Admin to get stronger, and now it became strong and I decided to bake bread on it. I picked up the recipe, prepared thoroughly, but in the morning I just did not find it in the refrigerator, it disappeared ... And in the evening my husband came home from work and said: I threw out the trash, by the way, something went bad in your refrigerator, me too threw it away and washed the can ..... I had to start all over again.

in the morning I just didn't find her in the fridge, she disappeared ... And in the evening my husband came home from work and said: I threw out the garbage, by the way, something went bad in your fridge, I threw it away and washed the jar ... ..

and then laughter through tears)) I can imagine the state after such a statement ... By the way, after the appearance of the bread machine in the house, the husband is already very careful about all the jars in the refrigerator ... especially after he drank the aged sour milk from the can the mixture that I kept for feeding the sourdough and then asked why the homemade yogurt tasted so strange? ; Doy, I didn’t dare to tell him what actually was in that jar, I explained that I overexposed yogurt

My husband also passed the test, though with sour cream. Mom gave the old, sealed shop sour cream to the sourdough. I left for work in the morning, and leaving on the table steamed cheese pancakes and a can of homemade sour cream, I wrote in a note so that my husband could put the remaining cheese pancakes and sour cream in the refrigerator. I come home, and homemade sour cream is on the table ...
My fears were confirmed - my husband, for some reason, ate sour cream from the refrigerator, only less than usual. Didn't go. Fortunately, nothing happened.

I fed the starter culture (I had rye) and put it in the heat to the radiator.
And in the morning - a clean bowl ... no sourdough.
And the dog's whole beard is in dried dough. He lacks vitamins or what? (Or brains?) Sadness ...
We'll have to grow a new one.
Well, I will barricade from dog encroachments

About the house. animals and their love for leaven is true! I don't have a dog, but I have rats and a cat (well, that's a combination).
My rats live in an open space near the sink, and a jar of sourdough is next to me. Believe me, when I feed the starter, the rat just jumps up and snatches the spoon out of his hands!
Animals, in terms of nutrition, are smarter than us, they eat what the body needs. In sourdough yeast and lactic acid bacteria - just for the intestinal microflora. Pets may lack these microorganisms. So, start the leaven, the dog will be happy!

Regarding the failures that some write about ...

once I read it on the forum, I don't remember where, that one newcomer covered a bucket with a towel so that the flour did not fall on the shadows. And take a towel and get into the dough - I threw both the towel and the dough: (I read this tragedy to the whole family and we laughed! Yesterday ... I ... watch the bun, add a little flour and cover it with a paper towel ... my youngest says, "Mom, do you remember about the towel? ha-ha-ha" I ... ha-ha-ha. I turned away to put a glass of flour. I turn around, look in HP ... Guess it already?: girl_haha: My paper towel is active knead with the dough !!!! I'm screaming to my son, "it's all because of you! you jinxed me! Get out of my sight!" I scoop out the dough, and it's rye, you know, everything and everyone stuck. this fable is, do not laugh at others, otherwise they will laugh at you !!!

I am a newbie among the bakers on this site. But love for homemade bread is in my blood, and in life I am an experienced baker.My grandmother baked bread in a Russian stove, put dough in a wooden tub using "Baba's" yeast. Now I understand that it was a real leaven. and kneaded the dough on it in a wooden trough. There was a lot of bread. Delicious, crispy. a few rolls on a cabbage leaf. This determined my profession in the future. After school, she worked for two years as a baker at a bakery, then at an institute, albeit in a related specialty. And when the collapse in the country went down, I had to go to work again at the bakery. Why is there no such bread now as in those distant Soviet times? Less bread was baked. The process of continuity has been disrupted, Stoves are standing still, cooling down. Then it is difficult to bring to the desired mode. Bread suffers from potato disease. As soon as I found out about the bread maker, I started looking. This is now a choice .. And now, at the smell of freshly baked bread, I remember my grandmother. Kingdom of heaven to her!

[Wiki]

Today I put a fed semi-finished product in the oven, turned on the oven for a minimum, but forgot to turn it off, got distracted at the most crucial moment, even forgot that it was warming up there ...
I went to work, came back, and in the oven there was already brown * rhum instead of sourdough ...
There is no emoticon to pull your hair out of yourself ...
So that, Wiki, cross out the semi-finished product from me
The last one is now baking bread, and I ruined the rest
There is only eternal now.
Just like Duncan McCloud: "there will be only one in the end"

The husband made a "lid" for cotton, so that the flour would not get on the heating element.
You can just put a small cutting board on the bucket.
Good luck everyone !

About the towel in the dough I once could not understand where my towel had gone, it interfered with the dough so much that I did not even notice it, well, the baking program did not start
And my daughter loves to eat raw sourdough. I am silent, I give, because she does not eat other dairy products, neither kefir nor homemade yogurt.

And my daughter loves to eat raw sourdough. I am silent, I give, because she does not eat other dairy products, neither kefir nor homemade yogurt.

I, though not small, but also sooo love raw sourdough. So the spoon itself climbs into the mouth. I'm not sure if this is useful, after all, yeast ... but still ...

Well, it seems to me there will be no harm. People eat brewer's yeast for health, and they also drink live beer

my cats love sourdough bread very much .. I have to hide it in the oven ... otherwise they will definitely take it away and eat everything to the crumb

The key to eating sourdough is not to eat too much at one time. And then the finished loaf is already in the stomach to ferment and will be parted.
I myself like not so much sourdough as raw dough for dumplings ...

yeah ... especially dough from dumplings, and from dumplings, and bread and everything in short, mnymmm ... and then extra pounds

The key to eating sourdough is not to eat too much at one time. And then the finished loaf will ferment in the stomach and will partake

My sourdough bread began to eat more than plain bread. Before, he did not really respect bread at all, but now the main consumer

About the house. animals and their love for leaven is true! I don't have a dog, but I have rats and a cat (well, that's a combination).
My rats live in an open space near the sink, and a jar of leaven is standing nearby. Believe me, when I feed the starter, the rat just jumps up and snatches the spoon out of his hands!
Animals, in terms of nutrition, are smarter than us, they eat what the body needs. The yeast and lactic acid bacteria in the leaven are just for the intestinal microflora. Pets may lack these microorganisms. So, start the leaven, the dog will be happy!

I lived with the parrot Romeo. The culinary passion of his life was yeast dough. One has only to put the dough to fit, fly in, lift the towel and begin to "trample": with his paws and in the stomach. You cannot drive away - it swears and bites.I had to close it in a cage, and soon I learned how to open a cage, I had to put his portion on a saucer by the cage so that he would not encroach on ours

What a persistent ass! I achieved with my personal portion, but with delivery to the cage

I had a bread maker for 3 days, and I already managed to chew a towel in my bread. Well, what, I washed the towel, baked the bread, why should I be lost)). And I think from another room: something is quietly kneading, it does not look like it :). And she got up on the towel.

As a "lid" for a bucket, I repeatedly use a strip of dense food foil with a width of a bucket, 1.5 times more long. I slightly bend the edges and hang them on the bucket, closing it. After 3-4 minutes from the beginning of the kneading, I remove the foil and save it until the next baking. Such a primitive "cap" has been serving for more than 1.5 months.

And my food film, too, was all mixed up on the spatula since the night, apparently, I covered the dough so that it would not get windy, but I forgot about the workout according to the program; me! ", but the film is not on the bucket, as it was not. I remembered your towels and napkins and had to go in search. The whole film was removed - it turned into a dense bundle and was wound on a spatula. But there was no time to wait for the next rise of the dough, so from one side the bread turned out lower.

With the film, you had to bake - it would rise evenly

With the film, you had to bake - it would rise evenly

Aha ... what would I have melted there)

[ilonnna]

ilonnna, next time cover with a baking sleeve, it can withstand temperatures up to 230 degrees, you don't have so much in the oven

[ilonnna]

ilonnna, next time cover with a baking sleeve, it can withstand temperatures up to 230 degrees, you don't have so much in the oven

And my food film was also all mixed in on the scapula from the night, apparently, I covered the dough so that it would not wind up

Why such difficulties: a towel ... films .. access glasses? I put on an ordinary shower cap for 10 rubles both on a bucket of bread and on basins and no problems.

Why such difficulties: a towel ... films .. access glasses? I put on an ordinary shower cap for 10 rubles both on a bucket of bread and on basins and no problems.

Leska, this is all for the time being, or rather, up to one very "nimble" kolobochka, which will take your hat off to warm up in HP

Leska, this is all for the time being, or rather, up to one very "nimble" kolobochka, which will take your hat off to warm up in HP

For 5 years, the bun has never jumped so high, and the elastic of the cap will resist under unforeseen circumstances.

Yes, 5 years is still a period! Nice rubber band on your hat, you will have to follow suit

Enlighten the new girl, please! And why cover the bucket from HP on top? And if you close your lid?

Enlighten the new girl, please! And why cover the bucket from HP on top? And if you close your lid?

so that what is poured out of the bucket or splashed out does not stain the stove inside, does not remain on the walls and then does not burn on the heating elements

Oh, thanks, now I also need to invent something ...

And I just put some old magazine on top, and then put it away
But I certainly would not have thought of a hat

I grew an eternal leaven — she was two weeks old.
I put it in a saucepan of water, a saucepan on the stove and sometimes on heating.
On that day, he ordered his wife to keep an eye on the "incubator", and he himself was busy with business.
I mean, I'm standing on a stool with glasses, a respirator and earplugs in my ears. I use a grinder to grind a log house.
The wife approaches, slowly, bowed her head. He looks from under his eyes and mutters something there.
Through the sawdust on my glasses, I read on my lips that they say I screwed up someone else, hit me.
Well, I'm all busy, go tell me, don't interfere with work.
About five minutes later she creeps up again, even more slowly, and in the hands of a can of leaven, hugged her like a baby. Then he hands me a jar - I poured it, I read it on my lips, - I cooked it ...
In general, I, through a respirator, let her understand about her atrocities in relation to the leaven and sent my wife home, and the frame itself was further polished.
Gradually realizing the gravity of the crime - in the prime of life, to deprive me of the right to participate in the creation of the long-awaited sourdough bread - I lost heart. I sank down from the stool to the ground, threw off all my personal belongings and went to examine the victim.
The leaven rose fourfold, but 3/4 of it was already like bread. I collected all living things from above and transplanted them into a new home. "Like bread" I threw away with the can.
The surviving leaven pleases us to this day (to the delight of his wife it turned out to be tenacious).

And I just put some old magazine on top, and then put it away
But I certainly would not have thought of a hat

Nah, a hat - a tse thing! I've been using it for a year now, I'm so glad that one of ours suggested to me! Oh, to remember who, and once again thank you!

We also recently had a funny story here. I brought out the new hop sourdough. In the refrigerator there is a hop broth in a jar for feeding the sourdough. And the husband was appointed to drink a cholagogue collection. Well, he also immediately made a decoction for a couple of days. On a weekend, in the morning I climb into the refrigerator and notice that the hop broth has become noticeably less. And the husband has just drunk "his" broth. It turned out that he got drunk and didn't even notice

It's good at least that the product is in principle edible)
In addition to baking, I was also closely engaged in soap making, and on holidays I often made soap in the form of pieces of cake (the plane tree was a three-layer cake, decorated with candied fruit on top, but all made of natural soap). So my home, after a couple of cases, well, sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[Ilona]

Ilona, And today in a hairdressing store I was twirling a hat in my hands, and I think, I definitely need to, I need a nosebleed, but why didn't I remember? Tomorrow I will buy, put a bold cross!

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