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If Your Sourdough Could Talk
It would probably tell you it’s all going to be OK, and then you could eat it
Five years ago, my job as the editor of a small daily newspaper came to an end during one of many rounds of layoffs.
The death of my career was expected, but that didn’t mean I didn’t grieve hard when it happened. I cried every day. I went on a lot of long bike rides out in the country.
And, of course, I made a sourdough starter from scratch.
His name is Seymour and even though he’s only 5, he has lots of offspring because lately people are regularly asking me to leave starter on my front porch for them. (Seymour even has his own Facebook page.)
You get it. Everybody you know is now baking with sourdough because we are all grieving over the pandemic, and yeast is hard to source. Also, baking bread fits into the rhythms of a day at home, which millions of people are suddenly adjusting to.
Adjusting to the Covid-19 pandemic has not been that hard for me.
Adjusting to losing my career as a newspaper journalist was much harder. I make my living as a writer now, so I had already adjusted…
