First thing on hitting the kitchen this morning, the two-year-old grandchild runs to the step stool. “Get my stool, YayYay!” Meanwhile the six-year-old pulls up her shorter stool, excited to see what’s happening with our starter.
Last night, around ten o’clock, there were a lot more bubbles. Now the starter has deflated and hooch has formed. That tells me the yeast have consumed all their food. Perhaps it is time to start feeding the starter twice a day.
Cooking together is a fairly passive way to teach math concepts. Our granddaughter is learning fractions while we measure and pour.
Stirring the bubbles and hooch down, while incorporating the flour may not seem like science now, but by the time she’s doing science projects in school, it will start to make sense.
So while we nourish our starter, we nourish our hearts and minds. What’s not to love about that?