The Trauma Of Raising Yeast

My sourdough starter is starting to make me feel bad.

I've been taking such good care of my little pot of yeast and I am so proud of it. Every day I take charge of feeding it, watering it, keeping it warm and it grows, bubbles and thrives under my care.

This makes me feel quite aware that my Mr. Stinky is a living breathing thing.

(Well... things)

Now the anthropomorphized Mr. Stinky is making me feel really guilty about his care routine.

I can see him over there, giving me the yeast stink eye....

Allow me to explain in web-comic form:

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I'm so sorry, Mr. Stinky!