Entry 1# The Great Sourdough Uprising
October 12th – 8:00 AM
Today is the day I become a person of substance.
I looked at my reflection in the toaster this morning and realized I have no "craft."
I consume; I do not create.
Therefore, I have decided to bake sourdough bread.
Not just bread—a living, breathing legacy.
I have purchased a bag of organic rye flour that cost more than my monthly internet bill and a glass jar that looks like it belongs in a Victorian apothecary.
I shall name my starter "Yeasty Boys."
It is currently just flour and water, but I can feel its potential.
I am practically a chemist now.
