Feed Your Starter!

NaBloPoMo 2021:  Do Good, Kid

Friends, this is SO exciting, I’m growing a successful sourdough starter!! 

I scoffed at the pandemic sourdough craze for two reasons:  1. I hate fads, and 2. I hate labor intensive cooking.  Then this summer I binged Michael Pollan’s works, and got inspired to make bread from the “Air” episode of his Netflix docuseries Cooked, based on his book of the same title.  He made bread making, such an intimidating undertaking, feel accessible and rewarding.  I started experimenting, throwing together flour, water or soymilk, lots of baking powder, and then whatever else moved me.  Early attempts included coriander muffins, ginger-maple-buckwheat pan bread, cornbread, and pumpkin loaf.  No yeast and slack measurements resulted in varying levels of rise and density, and overall happily edible success (mostly)!

I started thinking maybe a sourdough starter would be a fun, next-level project.  It’s only flour and water, so failure would at least be inexpensive, and success could open up a whole new world of home cooking!  Wouldn’t it be awesome to make something of us, our family, including the microbes that inhabit our house, namely those under the kitchen sink?  And then have that something feed us and others, perhaps for years or even generations?

Ta-daaaah, I’m so happy to report that as of Day 7, it’s alive!  Sven, as Daughter named it, reliably doubles in volume between twice daily feedings, and emanates a sweet, fruity fragrance.  Scooping out a portion every day to ‘discard’ (save in fridge), then mixing in more flour and water, is a messy proposition (I really dislike messy).  But it makes me so happy to see it growing and thriving–giving

This week, in a flash of cosmic inspiration, I apprehended a greater meaning for ‘Feed Your Starter’ as a life action mantra!  Sourdough starter is a natural leaven—something that makes dough rise.  Oxford Languages also defines leaven (n.) as “a pervasive influence that modifies something or transforms it for the better.”  A simple internet search of ‘sourdough recipes’ yields pages and pages of baked foods that this humble slurry of flour, water, and microorganisms transforms, into foods transcendent to just flour and water alone.  Sourdough bakers, I’m learning, are an ardent and dedicated tribe, always seeking the perfect crumb or ear.  They are passionate.

Sometimes people ask, “What really gets your motor running?” or, “What gets you up in the morning?”  In other words, what starts you?  What boosts you, helps you rise, gives your life more complexity, aroma, flavor, and texture?  And how do you keep it, this starter of yours, alive?  What’s your feeding schedule and routine?

Starters are such great metaphors!  Let’s say it’s your WHY.  It is unique to you, its creator; a product of everything about you.  You tend it, nurture it, protect it.  Feed it often and well, give it a hospitable environment, and it grows—bigger, faster, stronger.   If life gets such that you need to cool the growth, shelve it for a while, it’s okay with that, too.  It can happily relax in the back of your fridge for months until you take it out again. Then, when you’re ready, a little time and attention reawakens the bubbly fervor as if nothing happened.  It can endure for generations, inspiring people you may never meet to keep making delicious, beautiful things for all to enjoy, that benefit all.

A sourdough starter can activate and enhance so much more than a loaf of bread—just as your WHY can inform, inspire, and elevate any number of Hows and Whats in your life and others’. 

And you can share it! In this way, it resembles Simon Sinek’s idea of the Just Cause. One of the five criteria to have a just cause is inclusiveness—everybody can participate. Whenever you feed your starter, you take a portion off. You can throw it away (it’s actually called the ‘discard’) or use it; books of sourdough cooking include myriad ‘discard recipes’. But how much better to give it away? Invite someone else to join in this beautifully messy and loving labor of making something? They can take it home—feed it, nuture it, protect it, grow it—make it their own. And now you’re connected.

I think that’s why I’m so excited about my starter.  To me it represents abundance, growth, progress, and connection.  The thing I love most is that in another week or so, I can confidently give some to my mom and my sisters, and we’ll all share something really special, something that brings us close in yet another way.  I’ll make things with it to share with my friends, and if they wish to adopt their own descendant, I will be more than happy to oblige.  So I’ll keep feeding Sven joyfully, just in case.

Root Down to Branch Out

NaBloPoMo 2021:  Do Good, Kid

From the moment you hit the earth

A seed of life

It starts

Maybe ground here is too hard

Too dry

No entry point

Wind blows you about until finally

An open cranny

You nestle in

Soil here is soft, rich

Rains often enough

That you soften too

Open up

Extend tender sprouts

Seeking affirmation, encouragement, stability, welcome

Warm earth says yes, stay here

I’ got you

Settle down 

You’re home

Tiny stem, thin stalk, stiff sapling 

Stretching skyward

With absolute adolescent audacity

Limbs thicken along with trunk

Leaves face, unfurl, seize

Golden rays of nourishing light

Stretching ever higher, as if to lift

Off from the place

That took you in

At your most vulnerable

Hopes, dreams, aspirations—

Learning, budding, reaching

Grow, grow, grow!

Seasons cycle

Gentle, severe

Abundant, austere

Nurturing, injurious

Ad infinitum 

As you spread up and out

In bold, ascendant expansion

Deep rhizomes drill

Down and out

Far and wide

Securing your communion

With all that is rooted

An underground network

Sensing you

Always giving

Your foundation

Holding you up 

Through it all

Grounding fortifies you

That you may strive faster, higher, stronger

Sturdy, anchored stability

Supple, limber mobility

In dynamic balance

Life of healthy growth

Evolution in action

One mitosis at a time

Ad infinitum

Practice, Practice, Practice

Practicing mini, spoonful pancake ‘cereal’ making

NaBloPoMo 2021:  Do Good, Kid

What skill do you really wish to perform better?  What have you already mastered?  What is/are the difference/s between the two?  What skills really matter in life?

Skiing, volleyball, piano, mindfulness, painting, violin, swimming, sewing, writing–what else comes to mind?  When we think of elite athletes, performers, and practitioners, how do we picture them?  What do we imagine their daily lives look and feel like?  Medicine is referred to as a ‘practice,’ even for our most emeritus professors.  When it’s your job, you train and drill for excellence and mastery—like a professional.  Read bestselling author Liz Gilbert’s Big Magic to see what it took to finally trust her writing to make her a living.

But what about other stuff?  What if nobody’s paying you money, accolades, or even attention for doing something that’s important to you to do—maybe things like self-awareness and –regulation, critical thinking, and all things leadership?  Seems to me that you have to be pretty intrinsically motivated to stay on the treadmill of these skills.  And hobbies like Hubs’s fly fishing or my sibs’ marathoning—what’s behind that drive for ascendancy and achievement?  And what is the payoff for all that practice?

First, when we practice in mundane conditions, we develop the muscle memory to apply when challenge or threat escalates.  This is the fundamental mechanism of repetitive drills and exercises—passing, setting, serving, blocking, sprawling, hitting, footwork, ad nauseum.  We chunk individual mechanical movements, integrate them in innocuous and clunky simulation, smoothing and polishing along the way, all so that when competition comes around and stakes are high—it’s not so safe anymore—we can bring both calm, confident intuition and excited, anticipatory alertness to meet the task.  When I practice asking open, honest questions in friendly, everyday conversations, I’m far more likely to exercise curiosity and slow judgment when encounters turn tense and relationships are at risk.  Looking back on a spate of intra- and interpersonal challenges in recent years, and then back farther at the past decade-plus of self-development study, I can see how slow, steady practice has progressively manifested as confidence, competence, and overall relational success.

Second, when we give ourselves the space (physical, mental and other) and time to practice regularly—to make proficiency consistent, autonomous, and masterful—eventually we get to play. During unfocused chord progression exercises, a new melody emerges from the amateur composer’s subconscious. While repeating a basic skill at an advanced level, a player noodles, creating a new method that others then adopt as standard technique. Routine from practice affords exploration and experimentation. We progress from rote imitation to original invention by way of stubborn accomplishment. It’s starting to feel this way for me—that all of this study now gives me the confidence to assert my own ideas for what constitutes a life well lived—Duh-HA!

…Or, practice simply heightens our own enjoyment and personal reward. Either way, life is better, no?

So what practice inspires your commitment today?