beer-like muck

Dear Diary,

I am so embarrassed.  I recently told all the nice people who read my blog about my mighty acts of fermentation.  I brazenly boasted of my sourdough starter.  Shameless, I was.

But then, after a few days or so, I forgot all about my little starter friend there in the corner of my busy kitchen.  I left it to fend for itself....and for that, I am horribly disappointed.  But the truth is, the squeaky wheel gets the grease around here (just ask the people in my house.)  And so in many ways, it's not my fault.

Who am I kidding....it's all my fault.

But now what I have to deal with is a jar-o-mess that I am terrified to open, lest it reach out and grab me...or its fumes, inebriate.  (That actually might not be so bad....quite welcoming, in fact.)

So now I face the decision of just being a woman about this and discard the beer-like muck...or throw the whole concoction away, jar and all.

But I do love my mason jars.

I will ponder this a bit more and make my decision later.  You know, after it's crawling across the kitchen counter or something.

Love ya,
Lori