Baking bread is a liturgy for me, a habit born on a hard day several years ago when I fed some dried sourdough starter (mailed to me by a dear friend) and two weeks later, baked my first imperfect loaf. The process of sourdough can’t be rushed. The good flavor builds over hours of fermentation.
It reminds me the little things in life matter: the little p…
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