11 . 7

today is a bread day. i’ve got a 20% rye sourdough mother, carefully tended since coming back to new zealand after having to leave my e5 bakehouse mother in the uk.

i’m also reading the sourdough book – captivating fiction that reads like memoir. i have to keep reminding myself that it isn’t real, the writing is so believable.

a sourdough bread-making class on the island results in a second loaf ready for baking tomorrow morning. in such a tiny community, i encounter a woman i know and another i know via instagram. i love living here.