I work with this guy (oof! Philly accent coming on strong). So this guy sent me some sourdough starter from the Olde Country. What Olde Country, I sez. Wales, he sez. When, I asst. When my dumbass relatives came to the Salt Lake Valley, he sez. Wut? I sez. Uhhunh, he sez. You're [we don't all say "youse"] of pioneer stock, I sez. Don't remind me, he sez.

Do you have any foodstuffs that made the trek?

Another coworker lost her food storage when she broke up with her boyfriend. That's all he wanted. He's an exmo.

My sister in law had some sourdough starter supposedly that came across the plains and prior to that frome somewhere overseas. Supposedly.

Great post. He Sez.

I'm a great sourdough finisher!

I won't make French toast with any other bread. What do I win?

One runs across exmos in the strangest places. I stumbled across several in Manitoba, and one standing in a line next to me when I was a tourist in Rio.

Utah of course is thick with exmos.

Some of my ancestors made that trek but became a little sour when Brother Brigham took most of their dough.

He devotes a lot of his website to the subject. Lots of info, tips, and recipes as I recall.

All this silly talk has gotten me seriously motivated.

Edit: spelling error



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