Kirsten is a 18-inch tall girl from Sweden who grew
up on the American frontier. Back in Minnesota, she and her mother
probably had to make bread from a "starter". That's
how sourdough bread is made today!
"What's this on your counter?" Kirsten
"Look at it and see," I said.
So Kirsten looked closer.
"Oh!" Kirsten said. "It's a starter
"Yes!" I said, very excited to have finally
found someone who cared. "It's not very hard to make. You
just mix something like an equal part of flour and water together
in a jar and cover it up, and keep mixing more flour and water
in every day until it's bubbling and it smells like alcohol. Then
you know the bacteria in the flour is alive and you can make bread
out of it!"
Kirsten yawned. Of course her mama taught her all
that years ago.
To make bread from a starter, you have to mix your
starter with more flour, and maybe a little salt and sugar and
butter. So I put some flour in a bowl with maybe a little salt
and sugar and butter, and mixed the starter in. Then I got ready
to knead it.
"Wait!" Kirsten said.
"This is even in my book--you have to flour
your hands first!" she said. "Well, actually, you should
probably clean off your counter first."
"I'm kneading it in the bowl," I said
"These people online aren't going to eat your
bread," Kirsten said. "You don't have to lie. Well,
unless your mom's reading."
"She is reading," I said. "And
it's not a lie!"
Most American Girl dolls aren't good at giving shifty
looks. It's not because they're dolls and have a limited range
of motion, but, rather, because most of them are just naturally
too kind and gentle to be suspicious.
But Kirsten, on the other hand, had no trouble giving
me a shifty look.
"Let's get this train wreck back on track,"
(And Mom, I kneaded the dough in our big Corelle
bowl. I PROMISE!)
Kirsten also kneaded her bread in a bowl.
Then she covered it to wait for it to rise.
"Other dolls have toys to play with when they're
waiting for bread to rise, you know," Kirsten said.
"This adventure is already running long,"
I replied. "Here, take out your anger on the bread. You need
to punch it down after you let it rise."
Then we put it on the pan and waited for it to rise
some more, and then we baked it!
It came out pretty, and I put it on a plate for
The table is made for grown-up people, not 18-inch
tall ten-year-olds. So I let Kirsten eat over her lap, as long
as she promised to be careful.
And my big loaf only had one piece of Kirsten hair
"I *told* you to put my braids around the top
of my head," Kirsten said.
(If you don't have a weak stomach, you can click
HERE for an outtake.)
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