The Myth Behind the Man
Like most stories, whether it be one told around a campfire, or one told on one of those therapy couches, it all started.
when I was a kid.
Pretty much everyone in my family baked something - Zucchini bread (which a young me insisted was called "bikini bread"), friendship bread, pizza, cakes, etc.
MY Mom was the most avid baker, making pizza every weekend for pizza night and birthday cakes for each birthday.
My aunt, also a lover of baking cakes, got my mom into it in the first place.
My sisters, every year for Christmas, would make everyone in the family their
favorite candy.
Growing up in the Maine household was every carbohydrate lover's dream.
A Baby (Starter) Is Born
Going back about 3 years ago. I myself had started dabbling in the ancient art of getting wheat super soggy and punching the hell out of it, all in an attempt to source bread to feed my addiction to garlic bread. Turns out, I was pretty dang good at it.
I mean, of course I was. Wheat ran through the blood of my family.
My oldest sister, Charla, had been doing sourdough baking for several years at that point. She saw an opportunity for sibling bonding, took it, and gifted me a baby from her starter, Kirby. I named that baby Rimuru.
Sadly, Rimuru passed 2 years ago after an incident involving a dropped glass jar. Today, all sourdough is sourced from Kirby's second child, Solution.
I have genetic clones of solution in cold stoarge under my apartment complex incase she meets the same fate.
The Broad Men
On the other side of things is Alex. We met in college, and at first, I hated him. Dude just had way too much energy, and I was running off of 2 hours of sleep every night with 20 credit hours and 2 jobs. Who did he think he was?
Well, he wanted to be my friend. If Alex wants to be someone's friend, you end up Alex's friend. It wasn't long before he became my BEST friend. We dubbed each "The Big Broad Bearded BEAR Men" after watching a particularly entertaining youtube skit about the topic.
We'd watch Anime, beat the crap out of each other behind the football field (while my now wife watched), and do our homework together.
Today, I just consider him my brother. When my coworkers started urging me to sell my bread, it was a no-brainer that the name should be
"The Big Broad Bearded Bread Man."
It just made sense.
The Bread
The sourdough that is sold here, while technically could be used as sandwich bread, is honestly best suited to be eaten on its own. Yeah, you can put butter on it - Some I'd even suggest it. But honestly, you'll find most of this sourdough is best eaten itself.
You'll also find that not everything sold
is sourdough.
You see, I'm not the "Sourdough Man."
I'm the bread Man.
Overtime, you'll see more added for order as I'm able to increase capacity and the like. I've got lots of things in store, but I don't want to ruin any surprises for the future.
I can guarantee whatever it is, it'll be good.
Why?
Because the Big Broad Bearded Bread Man made it.
A shout out to my wife
None of this would have been possible if my wife wasn't so dang cool.
A lot of the logistics and such have been through feedback from her, as well as her encouragement to actually do any of this. This website was designed by her, I just wrote the stuff on the inside.