It was 7:14 on a Tuesday morning, my daughter’s school bus was coming in sixteen minutes, and I had just discovered that the only breakfast food in the house was a suspicious banana and about a cup and a half of sourdough discard that I’d been “definitely going to use soon” for the past three … Read more
I pulled the loaf out of the oven, set it on the cooling rack, and felt genuinely proud of myself for about four minutes. Then I sliced into it. The outside was a deep, beautiful brown. The inside was a wet, gummy, almost raw-looking disaster. This was my third attempt at sourdough discard banana bread … Read more
I want to tell you about the night I accidentally became the most popular person at my friend Diane’s dinner party. Not because of my sparkling wit or my stunning outfit (it was a cardigan, let’s be honest), but because of a small pile of crackers I almost didn’t bring. It started, as most of … Read more
I want to tell you about the Saturday morning I accidentally served my family what I can only describe as sourdough frisbees. Flat, dense, vaguely rubbery discs that my husband cheerfully described as “interesting” while my kids pushed them silently around their plates. I had been so proud of myself for finally using up my … Read more
I still remember the first time I almost poured my sourdough discard down the drain. It was a Tuesday morning, I was running late, and that half-cup of bubbly, tangy starter just sat there on my counter looking like a problem I didn’t have time to solve. I nearly let it go — and then … Read more
