I'm thinking my sad story could be grounds for divorce.
SourDom ... as I mentioned a few weeks ago, I was going to follow your instructions ... which I did, and I ended up with a delicious, bubbly albeit rather ugly loaf. I will worry about pretty later ... for now I was just beside myself with how good the actual bread was:
SourDom Take 1:
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I was so excited I danced around and took happy snaps! And then on Sunday night I came up with SourDom Take 2:
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OK .. so bubbles maybe too big, but you get my drift. I HAVE FINALLY CREATED BUBBLY SOURDOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!! My starter had 'found its legs'!!
But then last night, after I had gone to bed ... IT happened.
The ritual at our house is I bathe the kids, my husband does the washing up (ie. fills the dishwasher and turns it on). Yesterday, I prepared my starter ready for some furious sourdough baking today, so the starter was in it's jar on the bench warming up and frothing for me. This morning, when I got up ... all ready to make more bubbly bread ... I couldn't find the starter. I figured the husband had probably just moved it when he tidied up last night.
But ... No...
HE HAD THOUGHT IT WAS OLD YOGURT AND THROWN IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!
I also make yogurt and use the same containers.
HOW he could have POSSIBLY thought that a thick bubbly starter looked, smelt or felt anything LIKE a starter, I have no idea. I am bereft. And you should have seen his face. But I was kind, I didn't kill him, I didn't even hurt him a little. He apologised most profusely ... and was very ashamed.
In retrospect, I think I was too kind.
I will recover from this.