A feminist Blogger has Twitter feeling rather sour about her sourdough, after making it from her own thrush.
The Blogger identified as Zoe Stavri took it upon herself to see if her excess yeast [ from her infection] would make sourdough.
Stavri had Twitter users stomachs turning at her “Have thrush. Genuinely considering using it to make sourdough” tweet, but she didn’t stop there. She went ahead to live tweet her experiment so that others at home could follow along and make their own sourdough. Ewwwwh.
Despite angering her followers, she continued, going as far as even posting the ‘recipe’ on the micro blogging social networking site.
She wrote on Twitter:
“Waking up on Saturday with the familiar itchy burny fanny, I giggled to myself ‘maybe I could make bread with that’,” she wrote, “and that ticked into, ‘well, I’ve always wanted to try making my own sourdough anyway’ and then a ‘f###, would that even work?’”
While many frown at the rather bizarre experiment, one pro chef”simply said, “yeast is yeast”.
On her BLOG she wrote:
I am making sourdough. I started the starter on Saturday afternoon, and it’s reached the point where it smells kind of yeasty, and now it’s looking like this:
It’s caused quite a lot of visceral horror, because I bunged something a little bit unconventional in the starter: yeast from my vagina. Here’s my recipe, so you know:
1 small Greek coffee-sized cup of plain flour
1/2 small Greek coffee-sized cup of water
As much vaginal yeast as I could scrape off a dildo I put in my vagina–my estimate is that there was about as much of it as would lightly coat a single tine of a fork, and no more.
Mix the ingredients together.
Cover in foil, leave
The next day, “feed” it 1 small Greek coffee-sized cup of flour, 1/2 small Greek coffee-sized cup of water.
Cover it back up
Repeat the feeding
idk what I’ll do next, I’m only on the third day.
It all started with a fatal combination of a slightly perverse sense of humour, a keenly scientific mind, and touch of the thrush. Waking up on Saturday with the familiar itchy burny fanny, I giggled to myself “maybe I could make bread with that”. And that ticked into, “well, I’ve always wanted to try making my own sourdough anyway” and then a “fuck, would that even work?” and then I got curious and the next thing that happened was I was scraping white goop off of a dildo into a bowl of flour mixed with water.
The next day, the Frankenstein within me–by Frankenstein, I mean the guy, not the monster (OK, maybe also the monster)–cheered. IT’S ALIVE!
This is just disgusting to say the least. What is WRONG with people? Arrrggghhhh!