My Own Kryptonite

by Jennifer Caddell 

Superman has his kryptonite, but there is one thing in this world that has a more powerful hold over this stay-at-home supermom.


Yes, that melt in your mouth deliciousness known as sourdough.  I am a sourdough addict and willing to eat it in all forms:


I honestly think sourdough goes with anything and everything.  It is manna from heaven, a gift from the angels and the magic elixir that helps to add more lumps to my thighs. 

There is a local dealer to my addiction too.  A sourdough bakery tucked innocently in a small, nondescript building on Main Street.  The baker tantalizes me with a sign that announces new hot loaves ready for the taking.  The loaves are amazing with their buttery golden crusts and their doughy sour, pillow-soft centers.  The loaves I buy are not precut so I can grab my serrated knife and make my slices as thick as I want.  Then, after the toaster chimes and the delicious aroma fills the air, I grab the slice and slather on copious amounts of butter.  The initial crunch of the toasted bread is a delightful announcement of the deliciousness yet to come.  The soft insides of the slice soon tingle my tongue with its tangy goodness.  Yes, heaven. 

But this bakery doesn’t stop with bread.  No.  This bakery produces a sweet addiction that few can resist.  It is something worth getting up early for.  In the morning on the weekend, this bakery makes the most delicious, melt-in-your-mouth, sourdough cinnamon rolls in the entire world.  I say this because I don’t know of another place that makes sourdough cinnamon rolls.  This bakery makes these cinnamon rolls in sheets, each roll is in the shape of a square, and each roll is dripping in brown sugar, cinnamon, icing and raisins.  This cinnamon roll is the king of all things sourdough; a melt-in-your-mouth experience that causes you to want to die, right there, with a lump of cinnamon sourdough in your mouth. 

In fact, I would be willing to bet you that even Superman would sport some extra pudge if he lived near this place. 

For those of you who are able to leap tall buildings and want to make your own sourdough starter, this is what you do.

1. Grab a large canning jar.
2. Add flour, yeast, and warm water to the jar.
3. Cover the top of the jar with cheesecloth and set it on top of your fridge.
4. Wait three days.

5. After the third day, your starter will have escaped from the jar in an attempt to consume your fridge. Then, clean it all up and head to your local bakery for a loaf of amazing, tangy sourdough goodness.


When she isn’t getting her superhero cape covered in butter, Jennifer Caddell can be found at her local sourdough bakery, smelling the aromas while typing her on her sci-fi story.


  1. I don't have a local bakery. *I* am the local bakery. How do I stop the starter from consuming my fridge? I haven't had decent sourdough anything since I left the west coast.

  2. Once the starter has a mind of it's own, there is no stopping it. Not even bacon. :)


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