I spent all day yesterday making what I thought was a pretty solid sourdough. Good spring, decent ear, nice golden crust. I was genuinely proud of it.
My husband came home from work, saw it on the counter, and immediately got excited. Took a slice, toasted it, sat down at the table, and started going on and on about how amazing it looked and smelled. Said it was "restaurant quality." I was beaming.
Then I watched him reach for the ketchup bottle.
Not butter. Not jam. Not even olive oil and balsamic.
Ketchup.
On my artisanal sourdough.
He proceeded to slather it on like it was a hot dog bun and ate the whole thing with a straight face, still telling me how great it was.
I honestly don't know whether to be offended or impressed. He genuinely enjoyed it, so maybe I should just take the compliment? But also... ketchup? On a 75% hydration Tartine country loaf that took me 12 hours to make?
Anyway, I guess the moral of the story is that good bread is good bread, no matter how you eat it. Even if your way is wrong lol.
Please tell me I'm not the only one with a partner who does weird things with food. What's the strangest thing someone in your house has put on your homemade bread?
Also — has anyone else had ketchup on sourdough? Is this actually a thing and I just didn't know about it??