Here’s a picture of a very vigorous wild yeast product. It’s sourdough starter. Starter with a provenance. History. A past.
This starter came to me via the underground railroad of food folks all the way from Janis Tester in Massachusetts. Janis was a Charcutepalooza semi-finalist, and it was during that meaty year we became Twitter friends. We’ve Skype’d and emailed and gotten to know each other. Most of the time, I count on Janis to crack me up. She is hilarious.
When she offered to send me some of her sourdough starter via our mutual friend, Amanda (another lovely blog with exotic yet approachable recipes,) I jumped on it.
I divided it and made pizza. I simmered, then food milled a rich pizza sauce from my home canned tomatoes. Home made mozzerella. My own marinated artichoke hearts dropped willy nilly across the surface, and briny nicoise olives, marinated with garlic confit. A sprinkle of oregano. A fistful of pecorino. Dennis declared it the best pizza crust I’ve ever made, and I’ve made some good pizzas.
I divided it again and made waffles. Amazing waffles. Light as air and yeasty. Heaven. This is a simple recipe that requires a few minutes after dinner, and just a moment in the morning. Equivalent to the time you want a French press to steep. The recipe made more than enough for two breakfasts, and even left a waffle or two lying around on a plate til mid-afternoon. Just a bit of jam and a toasted waffle equals a perfect tea time snack.
PS Shout out to Amanda who brought an awesome sour cherry syrup. I added a few candied sour cherries and stirred it all into homemade plain yogurt. So wonderful and reminiscent of summer. Thank you, Amanda!