Meet Herman (RIP in Advance)

Marcus has officially entered his sourdough phase. Like every other person in America right now, he decided bread making was his calling. Unlike every other person in America, he named his starter Herman and talks to it like it’s our third child.

Meet Herman (RIP in Advance)

The man spent forty-five minutes this morning measuring flour and water with the precision of a chemist. He’s created a feeding schedule. There’s an actual chart on the refrigerator next to Sophie’s spelling test. I asked if Herman gets his own chore wheel and Marcus looked at me like I was being ridiculous. The audacity.

Meet Herman. Marcus is already talking about him like a pet.

I’m documenting this journey because I know how it ends. The same way the homebrewing ended (equipment gathering dust in the garage), the same way the woodworking ended (one crooked shelf), the same way every Marcus hobby ends. But watching him beam at that jar like it contains the secrets of the universe? Yeah, I’m going to let him have this one. At least until the novelty wears off and Herman becomes my responsibility.

Place your bets now on how long Herman survives. I’m giving it three weeks, max.