Slow Rise Society is my ongoing saga of sourdough making — an adventure that’s equal parts science experiment, emotional support ritual, and mild chaos. This series isn’t for the serene, linen‑apron bakers who whisper affirmations to their dough. It’s for people like me, who are doing their best and still end up arguing with a jar of fermented flour at 11 p.m.
And listen… I’m not going to pretend I’m consistent. I absolutely lose track of my sourdough life. My starters have been known to starve in the back of the fridge like neglected Victorian orphans until I suddenly remember them and stage a dramatic rescue mission. They always come back to life — mostly out of spite, I think.
You’ll get to know all my starters by name, because of course they have names. They’re basically characters in this story: moody, unpredictable, and somehow still thriving despite my questionable stewardship.
If you’ve ever forgotten a feeding, revived a starter from the brink, or wondered if your dough is judging you, welcome to Slow Rise Society. You’re already one of us.

















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