Bob's babies — A Piece of My Family History

Meet Bob

Bob is more than a sourdough starter.

He's family.

Bob began as a piece of my grandmother's sourdough starter — a little bit of fermented flour that was passed from her kitchen into mine. I've cared for him for about 10 years now, feeding him, baking with him, putting him to bed in the fridge when life gets busy, and waking him back up when it's time to bake.

Over the years, Bob has become one of those funny little constants in my life.

He's been there through busy seasons, quiet weekends, new recipes, failed experiments, really good bread, and all the ordinary moments that make up a family life around the table. Bob has been a important part of almost every family meal I have ever had.

And that's what I love about sourdough. You don't just make a starter.

You keep one like a pet.

You care for it. You feed it. You learn its personality. Low maintence like a cat. You notice when it's hungry and when it's happy. Eventually, it becomes less like an ingredient and more like a little member of the household.

Bob has been part of my family story for years. Now I'd like to share a piece of him with yours.

Bring Home a Baby Bob

Each Baby Bob is 50 g of live starter taken from my mature mother starter.

You'll get Bob, along with simple instructions for feeding, maintaining, and growing your own starter.

From there, you get to make it your own. Feed it. Bake with it. Name it. Keep it going.

Maybe someday your own kids will be baking with the same starter you brought home from Prairie Sourdough Co. Because that's the beautiful thing about a sourdough starter:

It can outlive a recipe.

It can become part of a family's traditions, passed from one kitchen to another and one generation to the next.

A Little Heirloom for Your Kitchen

Bob isn't fancy.

He's flour, water, wild yeast, bacteria, time — and a whole lot of history.

But after 10 years of keeping him alive, I can tell you there's something pretty special about opening the fridge and seeing a starter that came from someone you love.

That's my Bob.