Sunday, October 22, 2006

Wagons, ho!

About a year ago, I requested a free sample of Carl Griffith's 1847 sourdough starter, which was promptly sent to me in dried form. It sat around for a year until I finally cranked the starter into action. It's sitting in its container in my fridge now, waiting for me to make some sourdough bread. Or muffins. Or pancakes. Or waffles. Or...

I find it fascinating that it's believed this sourdough starter can trace its origins back to the Gold Rush. How few parts of our life can reach this far back into our past.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Plenty! Don't you watch James Burke's "Connections"?

Gael said...

Heh, no, but I did take a college course based on his "The Day The Universe Changed." (Sadly, the class was awful.)

timbrat said...

my family had a sourdough starter that, if my crazy granmother is to be believed, dates back about that far, until one day, she forgot to pull another starter from the dough. Or something... she babbled on for years about it, so it must have been traumatic. That said, I seem to recall some sourdough biscuts when I was a kid. Those biscuits are probably singularly responsible for making me a carboholic today. I'm always eating bread, hoping to reclaim that first high...

Anonymous said...

Um, not to be an ass, but can't most everything's origins be traced back to way before the Gold Rush? You're not a creationist, are you? OK, yeah, I'm an ass. I'm just jealous cause I want some sourdough.