My sweet husband has decided that he wanted to make and keep a wild yeast sourdough starter, which sounds very Discovery Channel to me. In all seriousness, apparently it's a bit of an art and not all starters are created equal. My father has kept the same starter alive for over 30 years, he loves it so much. That's committment, people.
The hubster has been reading all about the process and researching tips from the sourdough gods, and I'm for supporting him in things that interest him. Plus it's my job to sample his homemade wares... you know, quality control. I'm there for him.
He treated our family to sourdough pancakes last weekend (the only sort of pancakes I enjoy, thanks dad!) and he also tried his hand at a loaf of sourdough bread.
His first loaf of bread ever, mind you.
I think it's kind of cute. I'm so proud of him!
Just wait until I teach him how to form a loaf. Boules, batards, baguettes, oh my! He'll be unstoppable, and I'll be 10 pounds heavier.