I have recently become the sort of person who is trying to perfect her beautiful boules of sourdough, after being gifted a starter (its name is Doughy - an apt name because the biggest fan of my bread is one poodle named Joey owned by my human partner) and immediately developing an embarrassingly earnest bread-based personality shift.
This is relevant to peanut butter because it turns out fresh homemade sourdough is an elite peanut butter pairing: chewy, tangy, satisfyingly crisp when toasted, and sturdy enough for a generous smear. Romanticise your life and all that.
