You might say, why is this older women in the black beaded dress and heels standing in the Costa Rica jungle. Well the sad truth is, well sad. This is why I am in black and in the jungle. My Wild Yeast did not make it, so I had to dump it out. It's dead. I gave it 2 weeks and it started out to bubble, I fed it, stirred it and put it out in the air to capture it's essence. Turned out like pancake batter. I thought this jungle air would have all kinds of stuff floating around in it besides mold. This will not stop me from making bread, just sourdough bread. I sure wish I would have put on my spanks.