I don’t know if you’ve noticed how the amount of shit gets more and more with every day. But think how we’ll be looking back at now with nostalgia in a few months!
In a fit of pique, I discarded the sourdough starter and made a wonderful boring loaf in a tin using some instant dried yeast I’d had all this time, bought casually back when it was supposed to be difficult to buy yeast. It was a delight, a great bulging thing, just the right size and shape to fit in the toaster, and untainted by lactic acid.
Now, maybe discarding the levain was a bit silly, not because there’s any value in it being old – it’s a Trigger’s broom (ship of Theseus) situation – but because it’s a waste of a bit of flour and water. Oh well.
Some work. Fixed some embarrassing errors. Ugh.
Went to some not very faraway places and saw some things. Got rained on, which is at least different to sweating.
In conclusion, another week in the history of weeks.