It’s been over 3 months since I have baked and so I been itching to get back into it since my second son was born 10 weeks ago. So Thursday/Friday I finally managed to whip up a spelt sourdough for myself and a nearly white sourdough for my husband. I always have a huge sense of accomplishment when I bake bread. It’s good for the soul. But this morning something strange happened… My nearly 3 year old tried to steal a piece of Dad’s bread. He does not tolerate FODMAPs so I offered him a piece of my toast instead, knowing full well he would refuse. And he ate it. And wanted more. Thank you for bringing the joy of sourdough into my family. I love it.