The first time I remember eating sourdough bread I was seventeen, sitting in a restaurant in San Francisco. There for eye surgery of which I was completely terrified, that fascinating, comforting taste can take me right back to Fisherman’s Wharf even now, some more than forty years later. Did you know there is a sourdough library? writes Frank Lidz in this morning’s Times. It lives eighty-seven miles southeast of Brussels, Belgium, and it’s run by Karl De Smedt.

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