Baking and I do not get along. The idea of measuring a bunch of white stuff that all looks the same stresses me the eff out. I can never remember if I added a certain ingredient which then causes me to second guess myself and of course, ruin it. I’ve never been good at it and to tell you the truth, the idea of having to be all scientist-like gives me an automatic tension headache.
Last week when my friends from Brooklyn, Adina and Adam (my fav humans in the world/geniuses behind the skincare wonder-line S.W. Basics), brought me a sourdough starter, I internally panicked. I really wanted a sourdough starter, not because I knew what to do with it, but because it sounded awesome and I like to be optimistic about one day becoming a baking queen. Deep down, I knew that I would never use it, it would die, and I would have to apologetically tell them that I killed their 2 year old yeast baby. Continue reading