On the fifth day, my “starter” smelled like something had crawled inside and died. “Sniff this,” I said as I held the jar beneath unsuspecting friends’ noses. The reaction was a unanimous sad face. What was supposed to be turning into a sourdough starter was maintaining a frightening aroma until day ten – when I got the idea.
Please note that these images are for small-scale printing. Larger versions of these printables will be available for purchase from my Etsy shop soon!