In March of last year, Dolly Meckler, like so many others, decided to try her hand at sourdough. "And then I read a recipe," she told me the other day, "and I saw this thing called starter, and I was, like, 'Hell no.' I was not about to grow something in a jar for two weeks."
Her thoughts turned to sweet, egg-rich, braided challah, which she hadn't made since Jewish summer camp but remembered as being easier.
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Erez Blanks's buttermilk-and-honey sourdough comes as part of a box that also contains an assortment of salads, sides, and dips. In March of last year, Dolly Meckler, like so many others, decided to try her hand at sourdough. "And then I read a recipe," she told me the other [...]
