Sourdough

Here’s a thing I believe about people my age: we are the children of Hogwarts, and more than anything, we just want to be sorted.

Here’s a thing I believe about people my age: we are the children of Hogwarts, and more than anything, we just want to be sorted.

Here’s a thing I believe about people my age: we are the children of Hogwarts, and more than anything, we just want to be sorted.

I liked the rhythm of challenge and solution; it felt very satisfying to solve programming problems

Here’s my theory, honed over decades of bullshitting to myself.

ed grin flashed across her face.
I spotted the baker’s starter sitting on the countertop in a widemouthed plastic tub. Its name was written on a band of peeling tape: CLINT YEASTWOOD.

Market research indicates people associate liquid superfood with pessimistic science fiction.” That was a good point. “And, I should clarify, I don’t want people to eat Lembas all day, every day,” she said.

Every time I feed my family’s starter, I feel a sense of awe, because from your starter to mine to my mother’s and her father’s, it’s all the same stuff, and it goes back a very long way. Immortality is stranger than singing, if you ask me.
Anyway, Leopold says it’s just a weird thing with the CO2 bubbles.

Passing through the cafeteria, he left a wake of keyed-up expressions—smiles and grimaces. He was a walking amphetamine.

It felt, also, like an empty spaceship, and, as a rule, you do not enter an empty spaceship without first knowing the fate of the crew.