Weather: 40 degrees, rain, yellow leaves are falling
What I’m listening to: Celtic Bagpipes
Perhaps the most significant thing my home turf (Northern California) and Alaska have in common is a rich gold-mining heritage. The California Gold Rush (1848-1855) and the Klondike/Alaska Gold Rush (1896-1909) both brought with them one culinary masterpiece that has shaped both areas for generations: Sourdough. While California gold miners were called “49ers,” Alaskan miners were called “Sourdoughs.”
The summer after we graduated from college, my husband and I worked in an historic mining village turned fishing resort in the beautiful Eastern Sierras. I managed the little fisherman’s cafe there, and as a part of my job, I had to faithfully maintain the sourdough starter that resided in a ceramic crock in the kitchen. I learned to tend to it and feed it and to never use metal utensils or bowls with the precious sourdough. And, every morning, the owner would come in for the breakfast shift and make Sourdough Pancakes. I have craved them ever since.
And, now I live in the land of Sourdough. When we flew up to Alaska for the first time to interview for our current jobs, I ordered Sourdough Pancakes for breakfast and this vast, cold, new place seemed instantly familiar. So, in my quest to become a true Alaskan, I am revisiting sourdough in my own kitchen. I know it seems intimidating and high-maintenance, but this Northern-California girl is here to tell you that good sourdough is a treasure.