Sourdough
by Robin Sloan
QUOTES FOR DISCUSSION
Especially at a time when programming was taking on a sheet of dynamism and computer science departments were wooing young women aggressively. It's nice to be wooed.
Especially at a time when programming was taking on a sheet of dynamism and computer science departments were wooing young women aggressively. It's nice to be wooed.
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It
helped that I was good at it.
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I
drove west through the narrow pass in the Rockies, crossed the dusty nothing of
Nevada, and crashed into the verdant, vertical shock of California.
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I
would pay rent fully four times larger than my mortgage in Michigan. The broker
dropped the keys into my hand and said, "It's not a lot of space, but you
won't be spending much time there!"
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Greatest
among us are those who can deploy "my friend" to total strangers in a
way that is not hollow, but somehow real and deeply felt; those who can make
you, within seconds of first contact, believe it.
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We
possess no stock of recipes, no traditions, no ancestral affinities. There was
a lot of migration and drama in our history; our line had been broken not once,
but six times, like one of those gruesome accident reports, the bone shattered
in six places. When they put my family back together, they left out the food.
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There
was one exception. My grandma Lois, for whom I was named, did not deign to cook
- she was my mother's mother in that regard - but she did, on special
occasions, baked bread. Specifically, she baked Chicago Prison Loaf, a
comically hard and dense but apparently nutritious substance that she had
learned to produce working part-time at an industrial bakery that served the
Illinois Department of Corrections.
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Armed
with a dormitory plan, I consumed the equivalent of nine meals a day, all of
them shaded brown, textured crispy.
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I
might not have been so eager to meet the Loises if I hadn't been spending all
day with the cold-eyed wraiths at General Dexterity. By comparison, hanging out with a bunch of
middle-aged ladies with the same name as me sounded pretty alluring.
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If
you ever wonder about the difference between Metro Detroit and the San
Francisco Bay Area: compare their Louis Clubs.
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I
worried that I've been too quiet - too boring. The other Loises had sharp
opinions. They took up space.
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As
I walk through Golden Gate Park, it struck me: the mystery of that woman's
life I hadn't ever known her, not really.
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A
baking stone, to absorb and emit heat in a loose simulation of Broom's brick
oven (even though he counseled that there was, in fact, no substitute that,
basically, he pitied us)
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There
were detailed instructions. I love detailed instructions. My whole career was
detailed instructions. Precisely specified actions, executed in order. A serene
confidence settled over me.
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There
was dough on the cupboards. Dough on the faucet. Dough on the floor. It looked
like the scene of a glutenous murder committed by a careless killer.
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On
top of the city with my Loises all around me, I felt a tremor of something. Was
it possible? I had become interesting.
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Finally
you sell your company to Starbucks for nineteen million dollars. And remember:
You began with the cart at the outermost corner. You began here, in this line.
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Our
CEO was accessible and approachable. He ate his lunch in the cafeteria with the
rest of us, sitting with a different group everyday. You could tell where he was without looking
because Andrei's table always laughed a little too loud.
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Andrei's
knew everyone's name and role. Everyone's. It was said he used flash cards.
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Is
it strange that a sourdough starter sings?
It didn't seem strange when I was a child.
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He
was beaming. The book looked very old. I didn't want to take it.
"Oh,
you must, you must!" he said. "It is an absolutely foundational
document."
I
squinted at the text below the illustration. "I can't read Latin."
He sobered. "All right. I'll keep this
one. But take the rest."
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I
was offering sourdough made from a starter strange and potent that had come
into my possession unexpectedly. I explained that I found the birth of the
dishes and also mood-stabilizing. I explained that the faces for a trade
secret.
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I
rose earlier than ever before and experienced a portion of the morning that was
new to me. I heard the chirping of unfamiliar bird species -negotiations that
had, until now, been concluded long before I woke.
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Even
in those hours, the depot was never empty.
There was always someone - multiple some ones - who had spent the night
working.
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The
amount was not staggering - barely a tenth of my General Dexterity paycheck for
the same amount of time - but this money felt more truly or mine somehow.
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There
were whoops and groans, smiles and nods, high fives that snagged the branches
if the lemon tree.
Across the picnic table, Jaina Mitra looked
stricken.
To
no one in particular, she said, "I'm not ready yet."
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"I'd
like to study your starter."
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She
was suddenly sweet and solicitous, and it was very strange. She should have
stayed sharp and brusque.
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