Avocado toast on homemade sourdough bread. Am I LA yet???

Good things come to those who bake ✨

Homemade sourdough bread is my love language 💕

(Yes, BBQ is also my love language. And so are gift bags. Your girl is hella lingual.)

You guys, I think I’ve perfected the art of making sourdough bread. My first bread tasted good, but didn’t rise as much as it should’ve. I googled and found out that feeding my starter whole wheat flour instead of bread flour might remedy that, and it totally worked! I got so much height in these new loaves, they look like the bread bowls we used to eat clam chowder out of at Boudin!

Since Christine is the one who suggested I start making sourdough, I gave her a loaf, along with her favorite garlic dip from Del Mar Fair, and some Milky tablets because this girl eats dairy like she’s not lactose intolerant as fuck 😅

On Sundays, we bake sourdough! He is risen 🙌🏼

When I first moved to LA, I worked with this guy from SF who made his own sourdough. He would bring a homemade sandwich to work every day for lunch, and as the days passed, his sandwich would get smaller and smaller as he got towards the end of the loaf 😂 We only worked together a few months before his dad passed away and he moved back to his hometown to help out his mom, but I still think about him and his little sandwiches whenever I have sourdough 🥹

Update: You guys, it turned out sooo good. We already ate half the loaf! My sister’s husband said he’s gonna slang it at the farmer’s market and Chel said she’ll sell her earl grey calamansi juice (that she makes from the calamansi tree in her backyard) and we can go halfsies on a booth 😆

I was weary because I haven’t had much luck with yeasted doughs in the past—the first (and last!) time I made babka, I was in tears because I started so late in the evening and didn’t know the dough had to rise multiple times. I finished at like 3 in the morning and was so tired. Now, whenever I’m super tired, I say I’m ‘babka tired’, and my sister knows I’m not fucking around. I also tried to make homemade cinnamon rolls from scratch once, and it just didn’t rise like it was supposed to. Now I just use the pop tube cinnamon rolls and do the TikTok hack for it to taste homemade 🤪

Anyway, this is the first of many homemade sourdough loaves to come!

I have two sourdough starters that I feed daily – regular and gluten-free (for my seester). To differentiate between the two (the regular starter is fed with whole wheat flour while the gluten-free one is fed with brown rice flour), I’ve added pictures of the Property Brothers to the lids of the jars (since that’s who the starters are named after). Jonathan is regular and Drew is gluten-free, obvi 😆

Fun fact: I just googled, and Drew actually follows a gluten-free diet!

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Saving all those ‘sourdough’ posts on Instagram really fucked with my algorithm 😅

I have alarm reminders set up several times a day—one to wake up, one if concert tickets go on sale, four to take my meds throughout the day, and now one to feed my sourdough starter 😆

My mom says I would lose my vagina if it wasn’t attached. Nori and I once spent half an hour looking for my car after a Dodgers game because I couldn’t remember where I parked. I never remember where I park, even if I just run an errand at Target. I drop a pin now 😅 Whenever I’m at my sister’s house, I’m like, ‘Do you know where so-and-so is?’ and she always knows, down to the exact location. I’m like, ‘How do you always know where everything is?’ and she’s like, ‘Because I live here!’ I misplaced my Apple watch last week, and have just been walking around with a strip of white skin exposed on my wrist because I still haven’t found it. I can’t even use the Find My app on my Macbook or iPhone, because my watch is dead 😅 You guys, I live in a studio, so there’s not a lot of places it could be ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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My sister checks most of the first type of girl’s boxes:

✅ white noise machine
✅ gua sha
✅ rolls her hair in a heatless curling rod
✅ laser light therapy mask + vaseline
✅ beautiful model-home bedroom
✅ evening (matcha) tea

I def check all of the second type of girl’s boxes 😅 #rottingcorpse

This is the start(er) of something beautiful.

(I’ll see myself out).

I ordered this 233-year-old sourdough starter from San Francisco and have been feeding this baby daily. This bakery near my apartment, Tommy and Atticus, is named after their sourdough starters. I decided to call mine ‘Seymour’ after Little Shop of Horrors since I’m always feeding it. Yes, I realized afterwards that ‘Seymour’ is actually Rick Moranis’ character’s name, and not the name of the blood thirsty venus fly trap, but I’ve already been calling him ‘Seymour’ for 5 days now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I give names to all the dogs I used to see while walking around my sister’s neighborhood. Lucille, Chico, Thierry Henry (named after the French pundit on Ted Lasso), Oksana…

When I first saw Oksana, her pawrents had a Ukranian flag on their balcony. I thought for the longest time she was a he, so I originally named her ‘David’ after David Bogdanov, a convicted murderer I watched a true crime docu of who fled to Ukraine after he killed someone 😅

All that to say, it’s not the first time I fumbled a name 😆

Update: With the daily feedings, the sourdough starter was multiplying at a more rapid rate than one of my quart mason jars could contain, so I had to split it into two jars. I was gonna name them ‘Dylan and Zoey’ after Christine’s twins, but didn’t want her other daughter, KD, to feel left out, so I’ve now renamed them after the Property Brothers, Jonathan and Drew 😆

Christine suggested I try making sourdough bread, and I never back down from a challenge.

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I just thought sourdough bread was something white girls started making during covid. Am I wrong??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m just waiting for the 233-year-old sourdough starter I bought from San Francisco to come in. You guys, I don’t half ass anything—I always use my whole ass 😜🍑