John D. Zuccarino wrote:
Hello Larry and Jenise,
One horrible bread story. This bread company in Rochester I think made bread for generations from the same starter over one hundred and fifty years. Then the owners at the time went on vacation and the person who was supposed to take care of the yeast did not and all the yeast died. Bottom line, the bread was dead, it never tasted the same again.
Similar story: aggrieved employee tosses all the firm's starter into the alley. But the owners were able to recover a little bit to start over.
Another possibly apocryphal story: My "Red Ryder" sourdough starter was given to me by the actor. He originally got it years ago from someone who was a prospector in the Klondike in the 1890s. The prospector's mule, which was carrying the sourdough starter, slipped off the trail and was killed.
It took some time to get down to the dead mule and all that was left of the starter was a smear on its cheek. The prospector reconstituted the starter from that.
It's a great story, whether it's true or not.