One of my new year’s resolutions, not that I place too much stock in them or treat them too seriously, is to learn to bake sourdough. To this end, I started in the best place I know for starting anything: the library.
Usually when I see two people with the same surname listed as coauthors, I assume it’s a husband and wife team. In this case, although I haven’t checked the back of the book to confirm or deny, I like to think it’s a grandparent / grandchild relationship. Something about sourdough screams “intergenerational” to me – maybe because the starter for a sourdough goes through “generations” itself? Sourdough’s weird. Great, but weird.
Anyway, I’ll tell you how it turns out!
(For those of you who are interested, my other resolutions include learning to play cribbage and buying a new bath mat. Dream big, kids.)