It was a tough decision, but someone had to do it. Someone had to take the hit for the team, for the sake of progress. The sour as sacrifice.
It all started with a batch of fermented yogurt. Left on the counter, it grew a peculiar fungus. But we didn't stop there. No, we took the next step.
A dash of lemon, a pinch of sugar. A squeeze of citrus. We added a dash of disappointment, a pinch of desperation. The sour as sacrifice was born.
But at what cost? The once-vibrant flavors of our kitchen, now reduced to a tangy, teeth-scratching experience. The sour as sacrifice, a taste of regret.
Or was it just a phase? A moment of culinary madness, a fleeting fancy. The sour as sacrifice, a memory to make us laugh.
Either way, it's a lesson learned: the path to progress is paved with sour cream, and the price of experimentation is paid in disappointment.
Want to see the recipe for the sour as sacrifice? Here it is.
Or, if you're feeling brave, want to try the next iteration of the sour as sacrifice? Here it goes.