I came to sourdough late—after the trend had passed, after the world moved on. What started as a quiet curiosity became a year-long journey of slow baking, failed starters, ancient grains, and loaves that rose imperfectly, yet always forgave me. This is not just a story about bread. It’s about presence, patience, and the deeply personal act of making something with your hands—and being changed by it in return.
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