It's good to know that it's worth the effort to maintain the starter. An extra step in bread baking doesn't always guarantee better bread, in my experience. I'm not sure what's next, but I'm ready for some more sourdough adventure.
Every spring I resolve that I will improve upon the previous year's garden. Weed and mulch more, plant with forethought, not just plunk in a seedling where's there's space. Create garden rooms, design. Try a new method.
Just like the first tasting, Olivia and I quickly voted in favor of Baguette a l'Ancienne. Mr. Savory again said he liked them both equally. Rolling our eyes, we said he had to choose. He went for the sourdough.
Baguette a l'Ancienne will return for a final round.
I've combined the last two hikes as the fourth was short and served the purpose of finishing a segment on one side of a road. Rain threatened that afternoon and I didn't stop much to photograph.
Yesterday, a perfect spring afternoon, we were out for two hours and managed to scamper in elevation and yet not cover much distance in length. We spent a good deal of time on the wrong trails leading in the right direction and eventually made it onto the trail I wanted going in the wrong direction!
On the way back, I looked down to notice a fallen tree with a white trail blaze on it. No wonder I couldn't figure out what happened to the white trail.
We were hot and tired by the time we returned to the car, and I have to admit I was a bit relieved to see my blue Honda waiting by the side of the road.
Details of Hikes #4 & #5
Trail: Orange (Hike #4), White (Hike #5)
Route: Orange: Hortter Street to Rittenhouse Town and return; White: Livezey to Monastery Stables and return.
Miles: Orange: 2 miles, White: 2 miles.
Number of dogs encountered: 3 total.
Number of horses encountered: 1.
What Harry and Charlie ate and drank: Creek and runoff water.
What Clarice ate and drank: Nothing, but thought about a tall glass of fresh lemonade.
Harry and Charlie's most exciting moment: Running up the many steep steps to the Fingerspan Bridge ( a section I meant to avoid because of the trouble stated below).
Trouble: Even on leash, Harry wouldn't cross the Fingerspan Bridge (a steel, grated structure). We had to turn around and climb up the embankment to search for that darn white trail I still couldn't find. This was my second attempt to cross that bridge with him.
When the name, Hearth Arts, came to me in the middle of the night, it seemed fitting for someone who likes to bake bread. Once I realized that hearth contains the words heart, earth, and art, I knew why the name claimed me. These days I often look beyond the kitchen for my stories and photographs, but it is still the place where most everything happens.