Moving half-way across the country made killing Caroline 1 an easy choice. Most starters have a name, Caroline was the name of mine (Neil Diamond inspired). Is it a lie if it’s not true all the time? Books and blogs say making sourdough starter, the basis of delicious sourdough, is an easy, guaranteed process. It hasn’t been. Creating sourdough starter for me was an arduous process culminating in a vibrant sourdough, increased patience and desperate answered prayer. Starter is the building block; it’s not even the reward! The reward is a rich, tangy bread, the crunch of breaking through the crust to warm richness slathered in butter.
I’ve never gotten the rise out of Caroline that I wanted. She’s
never been bubbly and airy enough. And when I made the bread, the dough was
never firm enough for the initial scoring—which is both decorative and helps
create rise in the oven. Summer began the creation of the new Caroline. Ideally
an easy ten day process. Mix flour and water. Wait three days. Add more flour
and water. Those are the basics. Like a failed Frankenstein I could not get my
Caroline to come to life.
Caroline teased me with her false vigor. I’d coax her with
warm tap water, with wheat flour and rye flour, even lying her down on a bed of
warmth. She failed to respond. She went flat. She grew mold. She refused to put
out. No bubbly proof of yeast. Week after week I waited. Restarted. Perhaps the
tap water contained chlorine. I switched to bottled water. I changed the heat source.
I changed ratios. For three months Caroline and I danced. She would not double.
She wasn’t looking like any of the online pictures. I was near to giving up.
Making bread is an act of faith. Like scattering seed. I prayed
for Caroline, that she would be effervescent, growing and doubling. God is,
after all, over the rising of the sun and the fruit of the vine. Certainly, He
is over the rising of a starter. After three months of perseverance, Caroline
#2 blossomed. I can’t specifically tell you why. I suspect the courtship had
gone on long enough to convince her I was serious.