SECRET LOVE NEST '22

Sourdough Bread

Its November.

(Wow. Already?)

Yeah, I know. Already? Maybe time indeed has wings and it could fly just like that. We need to make sure the time we are spending does give meaning to our lives...doesn't have to be in a deeper sense...just live your life. You do you, as they all say.

Anyways, I am done with my culinary classes. Finally. The school admin and instructors suggested that I continue with another year of studying but I'm like, nah. I'm done. I now know how to make decent canapes and some amuse bouche plus I now have a general idea on how to place cakes, biscuits, scones, and macarons on cake platters for tea time, so yeah I'm good.

I think I now have the making of a decent wife for Qing.

(We can hear the sarcasm from here)

Good. Its annoying me but at the same time, meh. I know what I am getting myself into. As an adult, I know the expectations tied on marrying Qing and his family so yeah, don't cry a river for me. I'll be fine.

Besides, its not all about stepping into a role. Marrying Qing will give me stability and security. Marriage will give us both that. But we will need to keep being true so our marriage will work and we intend to do that.

I'm not gonna learn how to make sourdough bread though.

(What?)

Yeah, Qing is obsess with filming the process of making sourdough. He met this influencer online who makes sourdough bread videos and he kinda like it.

Weird? Yes. But also no because there is something truly mesmerizing about the whole sourdough bread making process. Although like I said, I'm not gonna do that.

ZhiMing on the other hand...bakes sourdough bread like he was born for it. And the most infuriating part, he learned to master the whole thing in just under two months.

Me: Why though?

ZhiMing: Antoine and our cats love sourdough bread. But we couldn't seem to find a bakery that could give us what we want. The right texture, crispness, and taste. So I decided to learn how to bake it.

Me: Your cats?

ZhiMing: (shrugging) Darcy and Davenport are cultured gentlemen.

Me: They are cats.

ZhiMing: Yes. And I'm not sure what point you are trying to  make by pointing that one out.

Oh I see, I have to spell it for him.

Me: You are spoiling them.

ZhiMing: (scoffing) I am raising them like how I raised Miss Daisy.

Me: Exactly. Spoiling them.

Miss Daisy was ZhiMing's cat who, unfortunately, passed away due to old age. But when she was still alive, she was a goddess to ZhiMing's eyes. Miss Daisy lived like a princess; preciously and privileged.

Now, ZhiMing is giving the same treatment to his two male cats who just became adults some months ago. Spoiled rotten, they are turning out to be. Act as aristocratic as the one raising them.

I mean, what could be more aristocratic than making your own sourdough bread? Probably swirling afterdinner port in a glass while smoking tobacco...I don't know.

Oh alright, so making sourdough bread is not aristocratic at all. It involves being showered with lots of flour and executing patience, especially that part where one uses a thin razor blade to score the surface of the bread to make it look more aesthetic or rustic, whatever.