I do all the cooking and grocery shopping in our household, Beloved Rachel just doesn't like to do it. We have a gentlewoman's agreement that this means she occasionally has to eat weird stuff if I, for instance, get my hands on a medieval cookbook, or if something shiny is on sale at the farmers market. I try not to push it too far, and will apologize by making her favorites for the next few days. Now some of the experiments have become favorites....
She remains highly skeptical about stargazer pie. Same reaction to eel pie, the girl, god bless her, just does not believe fish and pie are two concepts that should exist in the same conceptual space.
*edited, this is not always productive, I also have an agreement with her that I am NOT allowed to go down to the Chinese Market in Philly with money and unsupervised after the "pound of jellyfish" incident, in my defense, it was on sale.*
sourdough isn't a recipe, it is a process.