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Sourdough bread: 9 Rachel: 2

Okay. I have been OBSESSED with making bread recently. Why? I have no idea, but it has been very important to figure out this age old way of feeding ones self.
Nine tries. It has taken me nine tries at making sourdough bread, and finally... FINALLY... not only have I dominated sourdough bread, but I have kicked its tail and told it who was boss: ME.

So, please, let me share how to make a starter ... and then... how to make sourdough, all without yeast.
Take equal parts of water and flour and mix together to make a gooey mess. Add equal parts of flour and water to this original mixture everyday until you have about 2 cups for about three days. Next, toss out half of the mixture and add back equal parts of flour and water for another 4-5 days. It should start to have oodles of bubbles and smell yummy... like beer and bread. 
To make oh-so-good sourdough bread: Pull out about a cup of the starter and sprinkle with both sugar and flour. Let it sit for several hours until bubbles are throughou…

Where'd she go?!


It's been busy, busy, BUSY around 2640-A. And believe me, it has everything to do with the little 16 pound rugrat with no teeth and 18 snippets of hair.

She crawls.
She pulls up.
She reaches and says DaDaDa to Husband.
She poops. A lot.
She feeds herself.
She, all around, rules.

Eileen has becoming quite the little person with the most precious personality. The occasional fit she throws is subdued when she realizes that the Battle of Will Cagles & Battle of Rachel Cagles will not be won with a tantrum. Her schedule is strict from 7:30 to oh, about 4:15... and then she rolls with what the dice throw her.

Her favorite toys are my old Blackberry, DaDas LED flashlight, and PETF's gift of a tea set that sings. She puts the purple cup on her head, sticks out her tongue, her eyes slowly raise as if she can see the new hat and then shakes her head back and forth for it to fall. Immediate giggling ensues.

We have been making bread recently. She sits at my feet, pulls up on the …