I only came across this site as I was looking about online, whilst at work (in fact, I have signed up and am typing this at work too! ;) ), as I am desperately searching for anwers why I cannot for the life of me get another successful sourdough starter going.
A couple of years ago I tried to make a sourdough starter, only to have one or two failures, then this beautiful creation, whom I named George, with nothing more than warm water and plain, cheap and nasty supermarket flour. He made wonderful bread, I best enjoyed it toasted with butter and jam.... <drool> I was ecstatic that I had mastered (or so I thought) Man's most primitive food, and taught my two young children, and we would often feed George together. I even have photos of George, bubbling happily in his one litre jar.
However, I was the only one who would eat sourdough bread, and I made a loaf or two for a friend. So George would largely sit idle behind our television, keeping warm, superbly rising to the occasion whenever he was fed. In the end, I discarded George.
Biggest. Mistake. Ever.
We moved house. An igloo would have been warmer. I tried to make a new George, but failed countless times. What was I doing wrong? I thought, no I was positive, that I was doing all the same things. I gave up at that house, because I thought it was just too cold to get my George back.
We have moved house again. This time up the Murray in Victoria, where the weather is beautiful and warm. Or hot if you're an ice cube like me. Perfect for rearing George I thought! But no, I have had at least three attempts at new Georges, and all have failed. I think maybe the last could have been successful, I may have given up his twelve-hourly feeds too soon.
Was my successful George a fluke? I told all my online friends about George. He was wonderful. And then I discarded him. So sad. I have read just about everything on sourdough, and thought I was doing it right. I tried stirring him often, or not. I've never used a sterilised container in my life! Thin batters. Thick batters. Glass jars. Glass mixing bowls. Never quite covered. Covered all the way (bad idea!). And I mean this in the most light-hearted, humorous way possible, but is George just like a Man out to torment my life forever? Tempting me, but never going to come back?
I have five days off work starting tonight, so am determined to get my George back! I can feed him twice daily for the next five days.