Blog 3 3/11/25

 I’m so wiped. I picked up some sourdough starter from a local bakery and started feeding it. My first ever loaf is in the oven for another proof right now. Tbh I don’t think it will be that great but only bc I’m impatient/don't want to be up all night working on it. I did follow the recipe, just waited all of the minimum times lol.

Today I made eggs and some cinnamon french toast sticks. They’re so good I’m actually so bummed I used the last couple. But they’re also so addictive and I could easily go through a box in a few days. Then I got ready and went to the bakery to pick up starter. After that, the grocery store to get bread flour and a few other things I needed. My dad let me know when my mom would be landing after she had an important proposal, so I decided I’d make her her favorite scones. As I went through a million recipes that varied from 8 hours to 2 days, I quickly realized I could not in fact finish the sourdough loaf by 6:15pm. So scones it was. 

I got home and let the dogs out, then did the oh so glamorous job of walking around and scooping up their sundried poops from the driveway (it makes the cleanup easier, in case u needed a tip). Then I tried to start the sourdough before quickly realizing I did not have enough starter to do that yet. I fed it some flour and water and left it to ferment and grow while I did something to occupy myself for a couple hours. I decided to take the puppy on a walk. My other two dogs were panting just from sitting out in the sun and she seemed pretty pent up. I walked her and listened to a true crime podcast that honestly pissed me tf off. Male narcissists are the absolute worst. Sometimes I wish I could teleport into these mfs prison cells and give them a hard bitch slap. Tbh they deserve a lot worse. 

I ended up walking far out enough to take her to the dog park and let her run some. We stayed out for a while and I was happy to be in the sun. It had been pretty chilly up until today. By the time we left, it was like 4:40 or something. I wanted to be sure I had enough time to get all my stuff done so I went back home. I had a bit of some leftovers I had bc I realized I was starving but that my mom wanted to go out to dinner once she got here, so unfortunately I couldn’t have a proper lunch. It was enough to hold me over for a few hours. I made the dough, scones, and soon my mom was back. 

I don’t feel like writing anymore so thats it

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