No joking, tomorrow we’re going for an early easter dinner with the family. Turns out my brother-in-law who works remote shift work is home for this weekend and back on shift next weekend… so plans have shifted around his shifts.
I was instructed to “bring bread” via a text message.
It’s official.
I’m the guy who shows up to family events with a loaf of sourdough.
(Said sourdough is a ball of dough resting the fridge right now, in fact.)
And I’m not complaining. It’s good to have a niche and it’s good to have a reputation as a reliable source of something people like. With tomorrow being April, and the month of the fourth “birthday” of my sourdough starter, I guess it’s fair to say that such a reputation has not come overnight, but rather taken a few years to build.
Bake.
Proof.