Yum yum yum...


What's the only thing that can match the smell and taste of something chocolate straight from the oven?


Sourdough bread!


This is my newest talent. I found a recipe for a sourdough starter and tried it and was hooked! Notice that one loaf is missing a slice or two. I cannot resist; I take it straight from the oven and get the knife and the butter and enjoy. I love it when it's hot and crusty. It makes great toast later on too. After making my own I really don't care for storebought sourdough much anymore. What is it about homemade food that spoils you for storebought?!
In the dairy business: we got another little heifer calf yesterday, but nothing remarkable happened in bringing her and the cow in. I am glad it's a heifer calf. This past week we weaned two calves, which takes me down to 5 on the bottle. This will make 6. But I have another one to wean on the 23rd and then another on Dec 4th. So I need more heifers to keep me in the calfkeeping business.
Well, the baby is fussing. Until tomorrow...

Comments

CreativeMish said…
You're bread looks fabulous! How about posting your "Starter" recipe!
November 17, 2007 at 9:22 AM
jel said…
Are you going to bring any of that to church Sunday? :)
November 18, 2007 at 6:27 AM
Calfkeeper said…
Thanks Michelle. I will post it.

Jel; Ha! Maybe for the potluck!
November 18, 2007 at 4:59 PM
Unknown said…
That looks soooooooooooo good!!!!
November 19, 2007 at 9:49 AM
Nerevised said…
The reason that homemade beats store bought every time is the secret ingredient... love. I heard a story about a baker who took his sourdough starter everywhere he went in a little suitcase, including on holidays.
November 24, 2007 at 6:51 PM
Anonymous said…
ok, I LOVE making home made bread (well just about home made anything!) but I've never done sourdough before! But I have to admit I LOOOOOVE sourdough (I've only had it from the stores). So how do I make the bread once I have the starter?? Do I just sub starter for yeast in a bread recipe??
January 10, 2008 at 9:51 PM
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