There’s something slightly ironic about the fact that sourdough becomes wildly popular every winter. The clocks go back. It gets dark at 4pm. Everyone suddenly remembers they own an oven. Social media fills with people posting photos of vaguely circular loaves that look somewhere between artisan bread and a geological event. And thousands of people decide this is finally the year they’re going to “master sourdough.” Which is brilliant. Except winter is actually one of the hardest times to...

Let’s start with the image. You’ve got a lump of sourdough sitting there, looking like it’s just found out its mortgage has gone up, its dog’s run away, and someone’s just told it gluten is bad for you. It’s slumped. Deflated. Slightly offended by life. If dough could sigh, this one would be doing it loudly. And yet… this is exactly where the magic starts. Not when everything looks perfect. Not when the dough is smooth, tight, and Instagram-ready. But right here, in the messy, uneven,...

Being in the driving seat of a car used to transform me into a complete control freak. The roads were mine and if anybody got in my way, all hell would break lose. Lots of honking the horn, gesticulating and shouting the high heavens down. I could not tolerate anybody pulling their car out in front of me, traffic lights turning red or the look of anybody who thought that they were better than me. I was a full-on road rage psycho. I understand that a lot of people suffer from this affliction...