I can’t believe it. I thought we were through! Finally when everyone in the house sleeps through the night, we get rid of all the baby proofing and extra paraphernalia that new parents tote around and life is starting to look normal he announces it! We have a new baby in the house. WHAT? A SOUR one at that!
He gets up in the night to make sure the temperature is controlled. He must feed the baby daily and give it all the love and attention it deserves. On our Thanksgiving trip he actually wanted to put it in the car seat! The attention and doting and love is endearing to watch, but also a little puzzling. How can one man love by bread alone?
Apparently this love affair has been gestating for quite some time. Fifteen years or more. It first started in college because he loved pizza and tried making his own. Later on it became a family necessity when our physical location put us out of the pizza delivery boundaries. Then last month it happened. He gave birth to a one pound sourdough starter and life will never be the same!
He takes his new “roll” very serious. At Thanksgiving he made all the rolls and they were delicious! I almost killed the “baby” when I accidentally turned on the oven at Grandma’s house, but she caught it in time. Unfortunately, the next morning Grandma turned on the oven while the baby was in it, and I DIDN’T catch it in time. That resulted in a very, very sad man who seemed quite baffled at the lack of insight on both of our parts. What was left of the baby was salvaged, and the result was this sign on the microwave later in the day:
It has taken some adjustment, but I am starting to become fond of our new bundle of everlasting sourdough. In the last week we have been spoiled with sourdough pancakes, sourdough bread, cinnamon rolls and more pizza. The excitement of what dad is making with his dough today has been the talk of the morning breakfast bar. I don’t know if the enthusiasm will last or not, but what I do know is that I love the fact that my children are seeing that you can learn new skills, enjoy new hobbies, and take a risk no matter what age you are.
Time to go for a jog….maybe I better make it a long run!
LIFE LESSON? Explore your passions! Get creative. You might just find a new love that will enrich your life and bring joy to those around you.
Hey Jen, I have a starter that is 151 years old. It came from my mom’s. Ours does not have to be fed every day. In fact, I’ve left it in the fridge for up to 5 or 6 months and it’s fine. If you guys are interested, next time I’m up, I’ll try to bring you some.
Phew!! I read it twice to be sure I hadn’t skipped over something REALLY important! Congratulations on starting and keeping it growing.
Nicely written, Jen. But I was certainly hoping you were joining me on a new adventure…
I was hoping she was too Gail!
This is so funny – and a great insite to the love you share in your family! You made me smile – thanks and Happy New Year Jen!
Thanks Sherrie! Happy New Year to you too…with much success and happiness!