The ultimely demise of Frank

I woke up this morning with a stomach-ache most foul, and was unable to rule out the possibility that it was due to the latest adventure with my sourdough culture (a super-yummy repeat of the cinnamon rolls I made previously). I chose to say farewell to the "pet" I've been cultivating since early-May.

Fear not, 'though, old chums, methinks a Frank II will soon be in the works. I've just got too many culinary experiments to attempt before I can say I've mastered sourdough.