A friend of mine killed her starter. Dead. I didn’t ask how. Vacations. Life. A summer heat wave. It happens. So a few days later I just split mine and delivered one half it to her in a plastic pouch. Problem solved, and she could go back to baking loaves. This marks the third time I’ve split my mother dough into some giftable offspring. Sharing starter starter seems to me to be almost a core tradition embedded deep in the subculture and shared process of breadmaking. Starting a new starter from scratch is not difficult, of course, but neither is it a quick process. Even if your newly gathered and grown starter is ready to use in a couple of…

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