That looks great Watson! I love Sourdough. My dad made it every morning when he retired. He then went around and delivered hot bread to mom and dad's friends in time for breakfast. It was a great social thing, invariably, someone would see him, invite him in for coffee and they would eat the bread. I never could keep it alive. I would forget about it, then toss the jar. Oh to wake up to the smell of that bread baking. Awesome.