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 😆
