I am making bread today and thought about bread as a teacher. We are such a result driven culture that when we do x and y we always expect result z.

Sourdough is like life in the sense that sometimes shit happens that we can’t control. A couple of years ago I had a starter die for no apparent reason. I had leaven work exceptionally well one week and hardly at all other weeks. For no reason that I could see.

To work with starter is to figure out a way to deal with life. Maybe those are obvious observations but in my case I found them to be invaluable.