Miss Edie's Bread Starter
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Wanted to tell you we made our first batch of cinnamon rolls. Nicholas loved them and declared me the best mom ever! Thanks! - The Boltons
The Gift That Keeps On Giving
When I was just a baby, my mother and grandmother would always let me help them cook.
No matter what it was, I would be hoisted on to the counter to watch, and then be rewarded with the beaters or spoons to lick.
I remember adding ingredients to our family recipe for pecan shortbread “fingers” and buttermilk biscuits.
When I approached the teenage years, my aunt whose name was “Big Edie”, taught me how to make bread using yeast. She very patiently coached me on how to knead the bread using the palms of my hands, pushing and folding until I had the dough a smooth elastic consistency.
I couldn’t wait for the first rising so I could PUNCH it down!
It isn’t surprising that when my mother and daddy went to San Francisco in the year 1962, they brought me a Sour Dough Bread Starter in a jar.
My starter, who I appropriately named “Edie”, has been with me for 47 years! I have kept her alive by allowing her to breathe and by feeding her with water, potato flakes and sugar since I got her forty-two years ago.
For years I have shared my “Edie” with friends, family and even strangers and today, I would like to share it with you.
I hope Big Edie, my grandmother and my mother know the passion they instilled in me.