An update and an award

The alchemy has started to work. When I got back from office tonight, my precious starter was full of bubbles and almost double from where I left it this morning. Oh! I am so excited. I've just mixed in 2 tbsp each of rye flour and mixed fruit juice and moved it to a clean container. This is the last dose of rye and juice it gets. If the magic continues to work, my starter moves to plain flour and water tomorrow. If not, well...we'd see.

In the meantime, I have no pictures to share with you. But I do have an award. Kanchan has passed on the Presentation Award to me.

Thanks a lot for the award, Kanchan. And I'd see you all tomorrow with an update on my pet project.

Comments

Bharti said…

Hmm...if it works, I might get motivated as well. It's been so long since I baked a loaf.

November 4, 2009 at 8:22 AM

notyet100 said…

wow,..will wait for the next post,..

November 4, 2009 at 11:13 AM

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