Eating sourdough feels like coming home to me. It was the only bread we had growing up because my dad hated white bread. And I have to bring back at least one loaf when I visit my family in California, which never lasts that long.
Thank you for this beautiful essay. I'll be thinking of your words all day. <3
“Sourdough is an every day indulgence, like cheese or wine, that I buy from talented artisans because I cannot produce it (at least, the version I want to consume) myself. This, I think, is growth.”
Eating sourdough feels like coming home to me. It was the only bread we had growing up because my dad hated white bread. And I have to bring back at least one loaf when I visit my family in California, which never lasts that long.
Thank you for this beautiful essay. I'll be thinking of your words all day. <3
I love how food can bring these memories to life for us! Thanks for sharing and for reading, my friend.
“Sourdough is an every day indulgence, like cheese or wine, that I buy from talented artisans because I cannot produce it (at least, the version I want to consume) myself. This, I think, is growth.”
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