How it all started...

Welcome to my little corner of warmth, flour, and love.

This bakery wasn’t born in a kitchen —

it began in my heart, during one of the hardest chapters of my life.

After the loss of my first son, Liam, I found myself searching for light in the shadows.

In the quiet hours of grief, I turned to baking.

What started as a way to cope became something much more: a connection, a purpose, and a source of healing.

Sourdough, with its slow rhythm and need for care, taught me patience.

It taught me to find beauty in the process, joy in the little things, and comfort in creating something with my hands.

Every loaf I bake is a tribute to Liam — a reminder that even from deep sorrow, something beautiful can rise.

Thank you for being here. Whether you’re stopping by for bread, a sweet treat, or simply to share in the story, I hope you leave with a little more warmth than you came with.