Stephen Sourdough

Mar 17th, 2020

Stephen Sourdough

Due to the entirely stupid overeaction to this virus business it is now almost impossible to get food delivered which puts people like us in rural areas in an awkward position. Having said that – at least they can’t break the democratic tradition of hundreds of years here by forcing us to stay in the house. Unless that is they call out the army to surround our property which would be a very difficult operation. Anyway – if needed I will wade across the river and go up on Ben Donich to live in a cave before I obey any stupid illogical restrictions.

So as we can’t buy bread, flour or even yeast I have come up with a contingency plan. Luckily we have loads of stuff in the house like a huge sack of flour, a bin full of rice and a freezer packed with veg and meat – not I will say because of panic buying but because I am always nervous about the A83 shutting down and leaving us stranded. So I have used some of our flour to create a sourdough culture. These things live for years and many people give them names – so R named ours “Stephen”. He (Stephen that is – not R) is now sitting in the lounge keeping warm for the next few days until he is ready to be used to make bread. I reckon we have enough supplies to last for the next couple of months by which time I hope this utter lunacy will have died down. Luckily we had just received delivery of 50kg of sunflower seeds for the birds, nuts for the badgers and (most importantly!) 120 pouches of cat food for Tora.