After having our first child, my husband and I had a bit of a wake-up call. We started asking ourselves: How do we build a life of longevity? How do we make health a priority—not just for us, but for our child?
Now, we weren’t exactly unhealthy. We had a basic grasp of nutrition, stayed away from fast food, and didn’t drink soda. But let’s be real—the kitchen? That was our weakness. We always blamed it on the fact that neither of us liked cooking, but deep down, we knew the truth: cooking felt overwhelming. Making food that was both nourishing and delicious? That sounded like an Olympic sport.
Meanwhile, my sister had become a sourdough queen after learning the craft from her mother-in-law. We didn’t pay much attention—except when she dropped off freshly baked goodies (which we devoured, of course). Then everything changed when we stumbled upon the Netflix documentary Cooked by Michael Pollan. One episode, in particular, had us glued to the screen—the science of bread-making. We were fascinated. Suddenly, sourdough wasn’t just “something my sister does.” It was an art, a tradition, a lost skill that we needed to reclaim.
That same week, we bought our first Dutch oven. And just like that, our kitchen was no longer a place of stress and sighs. It became a space of discovery, laughter, and (sometimes hilariously misshapen) loaves of bread. Instead of dreading dinner duty or defaulting to takeout, we started cooking together. It wasn’t just about food anymore—it was about living with intention, for ourselves and for our child.
Because as Matt Beaudreau puts it:
“I would die for my child. I believe you. But, would you live for them?”
We decided to live for ours. And it all started with sourdough.
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