By Bread Alone
After quite a few experimental loaves, I have finally managed to produce a decent sourdough bread. I owe much to my mother, who really helped me discover the main problem, and to my family, who put up with some mediocre breads without complaining. However, on Saturday night, they finally had nothing to complain about. I was pretty bold, too, because we had guests for dinner that night. Good thing it turned out right!
Nancy Pelosi, my mother sponge, has grown ever more sour, as promised, and until our next trip out of town, I anticipate many more loaves of delicious sourdough bread.