A 3-week-old piece of bread

This is my tribute to sourdough bread and one of the first things I made after getting home from our holiday.
1. Checking up on my garden
2. Reviving my starter and making bread

There was a piece I had left there sitting on our kitchen table, wrapped in a kitchen cloth, for my sis who didn't eat it and here it is, more then three week later with no sign of mould or any other deterioration apart from being hard like a rock. I do love sourdough. My next loaf is sitting in our fridge, waiting to be baked tomorrow and eaten to the last crumb.

Thank you all for your kind comments on my travel blips, I'm going to catch up on your diaries now. Enjoy blipping!