“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
It is, especially with warm butter. Also, toasted in the morning with coffee.
I haven't made any lately as Dad was unable to eat it, and now there is just me... wonder if the neighbors would notice a small piece missing from a loaf...
Once upon a time I was pretty good at making sourdough- (I was in Australia, so it was make it myself or go without) and had a really good starter that had developed over several years. (Never gave it a name, tho- you're ahead of me on that!)I entered a loaf into the Armadale Shire Fair (in the country, in Western Australia) and was delighted to find that I'd won 3rd Prize!Well, at least I was delighted until I discovered that the judges hadn't tasted it. The award was only for looks! How disappointing.Many years later, a bakery opened in a nearby shopping centre, and they had Sourdough! I bought 2 loaves (and it wasn't bad... but not nearly as good as what I made.) When I went back a week later to get some more, I was told that "no one wants sour bread, so we don't make it any more." Still SMH over that one! I guess it was rejected just because of its name- and Aussies can be extremely literal at times!
I named mine because if you keep it fed, it will last for generations - a member of the family!