It seemed like we were meant to be together, but alas, in the end you were just another mouth to feed. Our relationship was complicated, but I think we both failed each other. You failed to produce good bread, so I failed to feed you. Maybe we shall meet again in another life.
Every sourdough is unique. Some are willing workers, and some are nothing but slime! It all depends on your local wild yeasts. Ah, those wild yeasts!
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