fried er up in my cast iron pan:
sourdough, smells so good...
and yes, it's really bread... not a pancake, or goo blob...
could make nice sandwiches with them if i cut them up the center....
how i did it:
mixed enough flour to my starter to make it gooey and thick. let it rise. (actually, i neglected it for a couple days and it rose in that time, lol.)
heated up my cast iron, about med-low, with some oil.
plunked in gobs. put on a lid. and let it fry until it's not goey on top anymore (or almost no goo left on top), then flip. (if it starts to turn black or burn before it's almost cooked through, the heats too hot.)
fry the other side dark toasy brown goodness, put on a plate and let cool until cool enough to eat.
store at room temp or in the fridge, yummy as snacks any time of the day.
these were made with whole wheat flour, and i feed my starter milk, not water, so it's fairly nutritious and very filling. great snack to take on a bike ride, i've found. :D
***don't burn yer fingers, like i did today, picking up my pan lid! O_o
the goal: to focus this fuzzy, nut-bucket life and walk on Him - and on Him alone
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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