ABOUT ME
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.
Sourdough taught me patience. It taught me how something ordinary could transform with care and time. If that resonates, I have a few cozy stories and starter secrets I think you’ll love.
From Fabric to dough
I’m Emma Larson—Florida girl, former clothing stylist, slow baker, cat mom, and forever student of the sourdough craft.
My days used to be filled with fabric swatches and sketchbooks; now they’re more likely to involve Dutch ovens, bannetons, and a starter I’ve lovingly kept alive through hurricanes and heatwaves. I still think like a designer—only now, it’s hurricanes and heatwaves.
I still think like a designer—only now, it’s crust patterns and crumb structure instead of pleats and hem lines.
Creativity never left. It just changed shape.
Here on this blog, you’ll find more than just recipes. You’ll find softness and structure, lessons from loaves, and a few cameos from Clementine .I hope my bakes—and my stories—make you feel at home.
Where It All Began
You’ll probably see it in the photo—me in sunlit linen, hair pulled up in a messy bun, flour smudged on my cheek… and a curious tabby named Clementine perched on the counter, judging my scoring technique.
That was the beginning.
Before sourdough, I was a stylist here in Florida, designing clothes that moved with the body and made people feel seen. I lived for texture, for fabric, for how color could shape mood. But somewhere along the way, I started craving a slower kind of creativity—something grounded, something imperfectly alive.
One morning, in the quiet hum of my kitchen, I dusted off a bag of flour, fed a stubborn little starter, and let myself begin again—not as a designer this time, but as a baker.
