Some yeast.

Yes! a bottle of white, flothy, smelly, sour live yeast.

My friend, who knows that I have a thing for baking,  asked me if I could keep her yeast and feed it while she was traveling during the Ramadan holidays. I happily agreed!

The moment it arrived I took some of it and kneaded out a dough. After a long wait with two slow rising I finally got the most amazing loaf with crisp brown crust and chewy yet soft insides.

Truly a success! Now my fridge will have a little adopted baby to nurture and cherish, who I hope will give me plenty of joy.

Here it is.

And after we analysed it.