Whew! Pt. 2

So last night when we had dinner, both of us had a little to drink and by 9 p.m. we were both sacked out. Consequently, we both woke up a few hours later and proceeded to stay up and play computer games until almost 5 a.m.

No problem, it's the weekend, we can sleep in on Saturday, right?

Wrong! Neither one of us knew the cleaning lady was coming over this morning. Her mum lives with us (long story, and one that I won't get into here as it is a sensitive issue with Evy. Suffice to say that things are different in this part of the world in comparison to the US, and the cultural differences are such that there are some things I am not entirely comfortable with. One of those is family members living with each other.) and she neglected to tell us that the cleaning lady was coming in on Saturday morning. And while normally I would have stayed in bed and slept, I was lying there half groggy and groaning when suddenly I remembered...my sourdough starter!

I got to the kitchen just in time to stop her from tossing the goo into the trash and cleaning out my jar. The look of surprise on her face as I rushed into the kitchen, half clothed and with my hair and goatee wild from the bed, and sleep-encrusted eyes that were squinted shut against the morning sun, was simply priceless. I then used my elementary level Bulgarian (this included wild hand gesturing because my Bulgarian is--despite living here for a year--really that bad. Curse of working at home, having friends who speak English, and a wife who is fluent to the point that almost no one we met in the States knew she was from another country until notified otherwise.) That would have been a crimp, as I would have needed to completely re-start the batch and lost 2 days of growth.

So, my sourdough is saved, and now I'm wide awake. Might as well get some work done.