So this is weird and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I had dinner with a friend of mine a while ago and we were talking about cooking (naturally) and she reminded me that she still had my Grandmother’s sourdough starter, still alive, fed each week, that I had given her close to fifteen years ago and asked if I wanted it. We went to her place and she fed it and she divided it and here it is.

Now, I’m not sure how many of you know this but I have been estranged from my family. Both of my parents are gone now and I don’t have any connection I with the rest of them. (Note that I am a terrible person and there’s no place for me in that family. 😉)

My Grandmother died about 30 years ago. She died at 92. She probably would have had this thing for much of her adult life. That would make it possibly 90 years old.

So here is this sourdough, back in my life, a connection through cooking with someone long gone, a connection to a family that won’t have me.

Like I said, I’m not sure how I feel.

Maybe hungry…