Herman's great escape

Woke up to what looked like a science experiment gone wrong in our kitchen.

Herman’s great escape

Herman - yes, I named my sourdough starter Herman, don’t judge - apparently decided that his mason jar was too small for his ambitions and staged a dramatic overnight escape. The counter, the floor, even the side of the cabinet got the full Herman treatment.

Jake wandered out for his morning coffee and just stood there staring at the scene like he was trying to process whether we’d been robbed by very messy burglars.

The aftermath requires serious paper towel reinforcements

‘Is this… supposed to happen?’ he asked, which honestly was a fair question since my track record with Herman has been questionable at best.

Spent the better part of an hour scraping starter off every surface in a three-foot radius. The good news is Herman is clearly thriving - maybe a little too well. The bad news is I’m pretty sure I found starter in places that defy physics. Silver lining though: the kitchen smells amazing, like a bakery that survived a small explosion.

Round two with Herman starts tomorrow. This time I’m using a bigger jar and maybe some kind of containment system. Jake suggested a kiddie pool, which honestly isn’t the worst idea he’s had.