Meg, that is an hysterical and appropriate response to my poem! Those starters were in vogue for a long while, turning people into bread dough slaves. I once worked for a lawyer whose wife had a starter and baked a dozen loaves a week, giving them to neighbors, friends, and her husband’s employees. The bread was delicious but after years of it, we began to dread bread day. But, she toiled on, slavishly baking, unwilling to give or throw away her master. Reminds me of our congressional and gubernatorial Republicans. What started as a unique fad has become The Blob no one is willing to or knows how to eradicate.