I've been baking sourdough bread for 5 years now. I grew the starter from scratch at the beginning of the pandemic (at one point, there was no yeast in the stores and I was determined to ensure my family was well-fed with home-made bread no matter what). I've been maintaining the starter since then.
Last evening, I threw it all out.
Over the past year or so, I've been slacking off with regular feeds. I haven't been baking bread as much as I used to. The starter (my kids named it Sarah-dough) started getting a little peaky (and a little pinkish around the edges).
This morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. No more sourdough. My youngest nearly broke down in tears - because what about bread? I reassured her, we were still going to make bread - I have oodles of yeast (that my husband bought at Costco a while back, and it has been sitting in the freezer with barely any use) and it would be fun to try new bread recipes.
I am sad.
I will take a break from sourdough.
At the end of summer, I will re-evaluate how I feel and will decide if I want to make a new sourdough starter.
I feel bad about throwing my Sarah-dough out.
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