Sourpatch Bread

I’d starting making up the dough for another loaf of the family favorite, white bread. Actually, it’s my own version of Wonder Bread and it really is quite good.

The lass came up and took a look at the dough and wanted to know what kind of bread I was making. After I told her she asked “When are you going to make the sourpatch bread?”

Technically speaking, I’ve never made sourpatch bread. Googling also reveals that no such bread exists. None the less, I’m pretty sure I know what she’s talking about, but rather than correct her I rolled with the punch. “Because I don’t have any sourpatch starter,” I explained.

“You don’t have any sourpatch?” she asked. I guess she wanted confirmation.

“In order to make sourpatch bread you need to make sourpatch starter. I don’t have any of the starter,” I explained in more detail.

“What’s a sourpatch starter?”

Oh boy.

“It’s just some flour and water that’s been allowed to sit around for awhile. It gets a sour taste. That’s why it’s called sourpatch.” No mention of yeast or it would have to become a full blown chemistry course. Or biology.

“How do you make it?”

“With flour and water,” I deadpanned.

“No, I mean…how do you make the sourpatch stuff?”

“With flour and water,” I repeated.

She thought about that for a couple seconds.

“Are you going to make some?”

“I’ve been trying to but haven’t been able to make a batch that works well,” I told her.

“After you make the starter you’ll be able to make the sourpatch bread?”

Back to where we started. I think that’s good because it probably means this line of questioning has just about run it’s course.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Daddy, I like sourpatch bread.”

This is news to me. Since it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to make it, I have my doubts she knows what she’s talking about. But that’s OK.

Now I just have to make up some Sourpatch bread.