It should be known I completely fail at baking. I mess up boxed brownies, and I'm not even joking. Recently, we have my father-in-law staying with us (that's a whole different post on the other blog though!), and he can-can likes to!-bake. That's at least been a plus of having someone invade our home for the last six months.
He had some sour dough starter going for a few weeks and finally was able to make a loaf of bread out of it a few days ago. It was really good, and the best part was how awesome the house smelled all day.
I'm a weirdo, so I took a some
food porn shots of it.
