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I have just successfully completed my first week of school, and have been spending some time reminiscing on some of my summer memories. Today, I want to share with you all one of the coolest places I went this summer, hope you enjoy!

I am a total nerd when it comes to bread.

We were down on the Fisheman's Wharf, a.k.a the tourist mecca of San Francisco. My mom wanted to go back to the hotel, my dad wanted to poke around the kite shops. But I decided to drag my entire family on a tour of Boudin sourdough bakery.

pouring soup into bread bowls
This place was loaded with cool stuff (even my reluctant parents found it interesting. There were little metal baskets that would float around the huge space on a conveyer belt -- delivering fresh sourdough loaves to the restaurant and bakery. (if you don't find floating loaves of bread cool, we need to talk.)

The museum is full of the history of the San Francisco sourdough, with tons of artifacts such as an ancient whisk and 19th century bread bags. (oh how I wish we visited these kinds of museums in school...)

"In 1849, the Boudin family struck culinary gold. Wild yeasts in the San Francisco air had imparted a unique tang to their traditional French bread, giving rise to 'San Francisco sourdough French bread.'


The science section was even cooler. They explained everything from where the pockets in pita bread come from, to the ratio of ingredients in their famous sourdough recipe. Oh, and they had free samples!

My favorite part of the museum was the virtual quiz which determined what type of bread best fits your personality. It was surprisingly accurate -- I got dusted wheat.

If you ever find yourself in the city by the bay, be sure to check out Boudin bakery!

With love,
Erica

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  1. I love Boudin Bakery! I went there a few years ago and I had the best clam chowder in a a sourdough bread bowl. The sourdough is amazing!

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    1. I saw them pouring the chowder into those bread bowls, and it looked SO DELICIOUS! I wish I had gotten the chance to try one before we left (oh well, at least that is an excuse to go back again!)

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  2. I've been there too! Small world, given we live on opposite ends of it! But it's sososososo cool, isn't it just? Those baskets, oh my goodness me! Did you get to go to the ferry building? I went last year, and I had THE BEST cheese sandwich (and I've had my fair share in my time) at ACME sourdough. The bread, the cheeses, the chutney were ah-mazing! Sometimes I want to move to San Francisco, or the Northern Hemisphere so it's atleast a little more realistic to get to :)

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    1. No way! It is beyond cool! We did go to the Ferry Building as well -- it was truly a foodie's paradise!!! I had a pretty great grilled cheese sandwich there too -- but I got mine from the Cowgirl Creamery. It was called a "toastie" -- which was basically an open faced sourdough grilled cheese. I got it with a cup of tomato soup too! Divine.

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  3. I used to live in San Francisco, and Boudin's bread really is wonderful. They had a tiny outpost near my flat in the inner Richmond, where we picked up warm bread several times a week. Awesome! Just found your blog while searching for peach shortbread. Your photos, site design and writing are really lovely. :)

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    1. That sounds so cool! I love Boudin's sourdough, and I hope to try and make my own sourdough someday! Thank you so much for the compliments!

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