A toasted slice of homemade sourdough bread with pickled Kanazawa carrot. Photo of rectangular bread with green carrot and thick piece of butter on wood. The nukadoko and my sourdough starter both spent the vacation tucked away in the refrigerator. I worried about them, but I also imagined them hibernating and dreaming of vegetables, loaves of bread. However, I also liked to think the two of them had plenty to discuss during their stay. I wonder now, of course, if they did converse, would it be small talk like two strangers waiting at a bus stop or would it be like two big wedding parties in separate halls at the same hotel suddenly realizing how much they have in common? Each is, after all, made up of the wild yeasts that live in my house, my kitchen, and even on my hands. Kanazawa heirloom carrot and regular cucumber after vacation. Photo of fat green carrot halves and cucumber halves on the brown lid. Would some of the guests meet in the hallway, admiring outfits, wondering what
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