Something in the Air, Day 3

The slow start sourdough starter bubbled up nicely over the forty-eight hours I had it in my closet. I covered it with a moist towel to let it breathe, and hopefully let some wild yeast into the mix. I have a feeling, though, that all this action is due to whatever funkiness lives in the buckwheat. Buckwheat funkitude.

I fed it some white flour just like the other one, and it's now in the fridge awaiting its call to action for a loaf of bread this weekend.