How lovely. As almost a start to one of my greatest, most outstanding friend’s weekend, someone decided to walk into her backyard, kicked down the back door and steal anything of value that she and her girlfriend had owned. Which isn’t much. They had just moved from North Carolina to Oregon in the last year, and have kept it simple. They don’t even own a TV set. The crooks stole a power drill, jewelry, an old laptop, and a guitar which happened to be a Christmas/birthday present. It kills me that someone (I’m using this word lightly, since that implies they are human) can cause anyone to feel such violation as well as wreak havoc on the feelings of security in their little household. What’s worse is that someone will more than likely get away with it. Whoever you are, you’re a JERK! Those ladies are such troopers. They’ve been keeping positive and are trying to move on, planning their future. I told you she was outstanding. So is her lady. I’m completely opposite. I would stew in my anger, and then futilely plot my revenge. Oh yeah, I WILL crush you!
Yep, I’m pathetic.
Continuing on…
I’ve been wanting to begin to grow(?) my own sourdough starter for quite some time, and finally felt like I had the patience and time to nurture one through the seven to fourteen day process. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I killed the first sponge on the third day. It was bubbling happily away, I fed it before I went to sleep and when I woke up 6 hours later, it had over-proofed, leaving nothing but a SMELLY mess. The closest I could describe the smell would be 7 day old sour socks. Try to picture that one!!! Attempted to bring it back over a two-day period which just worsened the smell. And since I’m a glutton for punishment, I started another one. Two days later and it’s no longer bubbling after I feed it, but it actually smells like a sourdough. Hmmm. Dead? Alive? This is going to take a lot of experimenting. I think I may have to try another method.
Dinner tonight : Italian Sausages, Penne with Vodka Cream Sauce, and Homemade (NON-sourdough) bread.
The Suburbanatrix 
Your poor friends! They must feel totally violated! Grrr!
Oh, yeah they do, but they are dealing with it gracefully!
Thanks, sister. I appreciate your compassion and trying to take the brunt of some of our hurt. It’s a scratch at the ole wound. We’re gettin through it. Love you!