Some people celebrate with champagne bubbly, I celebrate with this other kind of bubbly:
Sourdough. Tasty and my body doesn’t react weirdly to it like it does to alcohol.
I made a few things with the discard because I’m an immigrant who inherited my mom’s motto of “never waste food” (she lived through WWII as a kid and never forgot about starving until the day she died), and can’t throw out perfectly good starter.
What am I celebrating? Well, I still can’t tell you because, again, publishing. But let’s toast with sourdough, shall we?