Growing up we always had a garden and a house full of plants. We grew our own vegetables which required all the weeding and watering that you have to do if you want your fresh veggies to make it to your plate. Mom had house plants of every variety and they hung, sat or stood where there was space. Most of my family have green thumbs as a result. Me? Not so much. I’ve tried to maintain house plants. I had a terrarium at one time (I grew a delicious looking mold in there) and subsequently my plants all died. Over the years I’ve either taught my plants to swim or I’ve taught them desert survival tactics.. I’ve seen horror on the faces of the staff at all the plant stores when I walk in. When they ask if they can help me, I say “yes you can, I’m here to buy new victims for my house”. The last plant I had lasted 6 months on our road trip across Canada and the USA. Ironically it wasn’t too much or too little water that killed it..
It was pepper..
Yup, I dropped the pepper shaker on it and broke it in half and that was the end of the poor thing.
Have you ever wanted to make sourdough bread? I have! I make normal bread all the time, but I have never had the opportunity to get the “starter” that you need to make sourdough bread. A couple of days ago I was given a starter. It came in a cute little glass jar. I was told I should feed it and if I wasn’t going to use it right away it could go in the fridge until I was ready to bake. Sounds easy! Ok. First step is to “feed it”. I carefully measure water and flour, stir it in vigorously as per the instructions, place it in a bigger jar and I’m good to go. I wake up in the morning and no surprise. My starter is DEAD. I think I just set a killing record.
Did I over water it? Did I under water it as per my pre-established history? But I was being so careful! I followed the instructions precisely! How is it possible to kill it in less than 24 hours?
I am so confused..
How can I admit to my friend that I killed her gift?
What is wrong with me?
I peer in to the jar to make sure I’m seeing what I’m seeing. Yup, it’s flat as the Saskatchewan Prairies. Wait a minute. What is that smell? Sniff sniff… that smells like pickles..
I guess using a freshly washed pickle jar wasn’t the best choice I could have made for a new sterile environment for my sourdough starter. Poor thing!.