Sourdough and Snow

A few days after moving in, I began cultivating a sourdough starter. Like many others, I dabbled in sourdough in 2020 but decided that Swedish Hill’s was so much better that it wasn’t worth the effort. I hope that eventually I’ll be able to do something with as much tang and bite, but in the meantime I’m not living next to a bakery anymore. Now that we are back to boules we again have the challenge of slicing for sandwiches. Any readers who have a good system, please share your tricks!

Yesterday one of our fountains was groaning for water. Going out to fill it I discovered that sitting in the sunshine was comfortable, delightful even, in short sleeves. We brought our lunch out to the side yard to enjoy the last sunshine of the day. (Note the wavy hack on the bread).

Later in the day it started to drizzle and when we went to bed a light fall of snowflakes twinkled in the dark. This morning we awoke to a different kind of magical beauty. The mountain that usually dominates our view is completely obscured. If you said that someone quietly took it away in the middle of the night, I’d have no counter argument.

More snow is forecast for overnight tonight. Santa Fe Skiers are rejoicing.