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For Christmas 2025, Chris surprised me with a sourdough starter kit. We were just beginning to dream about running a bed and breakfast in the Finger Lakes, so the timing felt perfect.

I tried. I really did. I set the jar in what I thought was the ideal warm spot, but this was in Richmond, Virginia—a place where I’m pretty sure I didn’t belong forever. Anyway, life got hectic. The starter was ignored, and two months later I was tossing out a sad, forgotten jar of goo. I should have known it was doomed the moment I didn’t give it a name.