Welcome, kindred baker. I’m Emma, and I believe every loaf has a story—mine began with a jar of flour, water, and a little leap of faith.

If you’ve ever peeked into your sourdough jar wondering “Is this really working?”, you’re in the right place. I wasn’t born with a wooden spoon in my hand, but I’ve found something profound in the pauses sourdough invites—between the folds, in the waiting, in the wild joy of that first crackling crust.