And, after three risings, here are my loaves.
At this point, the process started to go wrong. Using our sharpest knife (which is still pretty darn dull) I tried to make cuts in the loaves. Then they collapsed. Seriously. It was pretty depressing. So then I tried to put the loaves into the oven, and, being me, I dropped them. Dropped them! I put them back on the pan, shoved them into the oven, and tried to ignore the fact that one of the loaves now had marks from where it had fallen onto the oven rack. Well, about 35 minutes later, I pulled these out of the oven. Not ruined at all, despite my best efforts. But see how the one on the left has those imprints? Oven rack.
They're quite tasty- not too sour. Thayer actually likes them, even though he doesn't normally like sourdough. And now that I have a good starter, I can make sourdough like a maniac!
Mmmmm coffee, nutella, and sourdough tartines.