Sourdough

One of the few things I like about the Whole Foods Market,  is their sourdough bread.  They bake it right there in the store.  It’s almost as good as what you can get in San Francisco.  And some batches are superb.

I stopped by after work to pick up a few things and on an impulse decided to ask a bakery worker if they sell their sourdough starter.  Really, much to my surprise he said yes.  He packaged up a dollop of dough for 99 cents and off I went.

About 8 years ago, I spent a lot of time and effort trying to get my own starter going.  And I did get it going and made dozens of loaves over a couple of month’s time.  It eventually turned a shade of green and I discarded it.  It’s hard work to keep sourdough alive and well.  It requires regular feeding like any other creature.  And warmth.

Once I was home with my dollop of starter, I realized I didn’t have anything to keep it in.  Even though I keep buying large canning jars, there’s never enough.  After transferring my oatmeal into a plastic container, had a 2 quart jar that I could use.

I’ve taken the starter and added some flour and water, stirred, and placed it into the jar.  I covered the jar with several layers of paper towels and secured them with a rubberband.  Cheesecloth would be better, but I don’t have any.  I put the jar in a semi-warm place.  Ideally it should be in the lower 80’s, but it’s in the mid-70’s.

With any luck, I might have enough to make bread sometime this Thanksgiving weekend.  I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.

 

Internet Radio: The Road Trip

The previous schedule was becoming more difficult to maintain.

New Day!

The Road Trip is streamed Thursdays, approximately 7:00 pm to 10:00 pm mountain time.

The music played has no bounds on genre, but mostly rock/pop/classical/jazz/blues/goth/industrial/electronica/folk. It’s a musical road trip!

Check the Listen Live links on the right.

Update: The link below the red/green indicator is where the most recent playlist will be posted.

Train Trip Part 6: The Southwest Chief

It was time to leave California and make my way back to Denver’s Union Station.  But first I had to get back to LA’s Union Station.

If you’re like me, you’re wondering why many of the train stations on this trip are named Union Station.  They were referred to as union stations because they served, and were owned by, more than one railway.  They have maintained those names for historical reasons.  This wikipedia article lists all the cities with a union station.

I hopped on Amtrak’s Pacific Surfliner at Oceanside.

 

A para-glider lands in the water near San Juan Capistrano.

 

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