I'm grateful for sourdough waffles.
The story goes that our sourdough start came across the plains with Brent's mom's family all those many, many years ago.
I don't doubt it for a minute.
I know you can make your own start but when you have one with such a great history it's worth keeping it alive. We sadly lost our start some years ago and so during a trip to CA to visit Brent's parents we got another start from Joyce's. Then we took our small cooler and carefully packed it with ice to keep the family start safe during long drive back home. It warms my heart to think of all the hands that this yummy family tradition has passed through. Hands of family, hands of grandmothers, mothers, sisters and aunts. We treasure this small part of it.
Really what this post comes down to is that I'm grateful for plenty of yummy food to eat and a wonderful and rich legacy of family heritage.
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