We have been sourdough addicts for a year or so now. On Tuesday in Sweden, I got chatting to a lady whose sourdough starter came from Calabria in the south of Italy several generations ago. She kindly gave me some in a muslin bag which I managed to bring home despite airport security.[I mention this because my camera was swabbed for explosive at Birmingham airport on the outward journey and sourdough starter could be mistaken for explosives!]
This is the first result, made after two days of refreshment of the starter and an overnight rising in the airing cupboard. Totally addictive!!