My Little Beasties

Last night, I sensed a disturbance in the force. The sound of thousands-perhaps even millions of little creatures crying out in pain....

What is that sound?

THE BEAST! (...my precious).

I forgot to feed my starter. The poor little yeasties went hungry until this morning, although no visible damage seems to have been done, I have yet to make a new batch of pancake batter, the repercussions of my neglect have yet to be seen.

There's something mildly disgusting yet oddly fascinating about keeping a living starter on your kitchen counter. I keep mine in a clay pot covered with clear plastic wrap so that I can watch the activity-it holds the same fascination for me that Sea Monkeys did in the 70's. (shhhh...no one needs to know I remember the 70's). There's practically nothing going on, yet I can stand over the bowl for several minutes, fixated by the heady smell and Marshmallow Fluff like quality of the whole thing, it's all very weird, and cool and fun. I am their Queen and in return for my loyalty they give me good bread and cake and batter... Ok, maybe I should go lie down a bit.

Written by Deb on January 20, 2003 05:22 PM