Okay, so yesterday I stumbled upon something kinda interesting – angel number 2123. Never really paid attention to these things before, but hey, quarantine life, right? Got nothing but time.
First thing I did, naturally, was hit up Google. Saw a bunch of sites saying it means encouragement, new beginnings, all that feel-good stuff. Seemed a bit generic, ya know? I wanted to see if I could actually apply this to something, make it real.
Been meaning to start learning how to bake sourdough for ages. Always put it off ’cause it seemed too complicated. But 2123 popped up, and I thought, “Screw it, time for a new beginning, I guess!”
Day 1: Dug up a sourdough starter recipe online. Looked intimidating AF. But I followed the instructions step-by-step. Mixed the flour and water, stuck it in a jar, and left it on the counter. Felt pretty silly talking to a jar of flour, but some sites said it helps… Don’t judge.
Days 2-6: The feeding frenzy. Discarded half the mixture, added more flour and water, stirred, waited. It was like having a needy, flour-based pet. Honestly, I almost gave up ’cause nothing was happening. No bubbles, no rise, nada. I was getting discouraged. But then I remembered the “encouragement” part of the angel number thing. Told myself to keep going.
Day 7: FINALLY! Tiny little bubbles started to appear! I was so stoked, I almost did a victory dance in my kitchen. Okay, I did do a little dance. Don’t tell anyone.
Day 8: The starter was actually rising and falling! It smelled kinda funky, but apparently that’s normal. Time to actually try and bake something.
- Mixed the dough according to another recipe I found. This time it was actual bread dough.
- Let it sit for like, 4 hours, folding it every hour. My arms were killing me.
- Shaped the loaf, stuck it in a basket, and stuck that in the fridge overnight.
Day 9: Baking day! Preheated the oven with my Dutch oven inside. Carefully lowered the dough into the scorching hot pot (almost burned myself, be careful!), and baked it. Waited. And waited. The smell was amazing.
The Reveal: Took the lid off, and BAM! Beautiful, golden brown loaf of sourdough bread. I was so proud of myself. It wasn’t perfect, a little wonky looking, but it was mine. And it tasted freaking amazing.
Conclusion
So, did angel number 2123 magically make me a master baker? Nah. But it gave me that extra little push I needed to actually start something I’d been putting off forever. Maybe there’s something to these things, maybe it’s just coincidence. But either way, I got a delicious loaf of bread out of it, and that’s a win in my book. Gonna keep an eye out for more of these angel numbers now, see what other random projects I can get myself into.
