Sourdough

We had sourdough pancakes for breakfast this morning. The sourdough we use is 38 years old. It was a gift from my Nana and Grandad.

Sourdough has to be mixed the night before. You then take some of the batter, in the morning, and put it back in the container for next time. You use what is left in the bowl as the basis for whatever you are cooking.

Whenever we make sourdough it makes both Tracy and think about Nana and Grandad, who died two years ago. This morning Tracy brought up a story that I had forgotten. One morning we were making pancakes. The phone rang and it was Grandad. He popped out with "Which do you think is better for mixing, a whisk or a fork?". "Which one will put more bubbles in the mix?" Tracy responded "Hold on, let me try it and I'll let you know." It turns out the whisk was better. "Thanks, that's what I thought but Nana thought the fork would be better. Bye." Grandad was famous for those kinds of phone calls.

I miss Nana & Grandad, but it is nice to have little things that bring them close again.