05/27/2026
Hey friend. Yeahā¦weāre friends. Whether you realize it or not, we are. š¤
If youāre hereā¦if youāve bought bread from my Porchā¦if youāve seen me stocking loaves at 7:45am with no makeup, a topknot hanging on for dear life, running purely on caffeine and chaos throwing out F bombsā¦weāre friends.
If weāve chatted at the Historic Downtown Liberty Farmers' Market.
If youāve taken Sourdough 101 (and survived my occasional French š).
If youāve ever stopped me in a store with, āWaitā¦arenāt you The Bread Lady?ā
Hell yeah I am.
I got this message from someone Iāve never even met in person, and honestly, it made my whole day. Because this right here is what Iām all about.
Yes, I bake bread. A lot of bread. But this has become so much more than sourdough. Itās community. Itās connection. Itās friendships formed over carbs, porch pickups, market chats, and messy real life.
Iām not polished. My posts arenāt perfectly curated. Half the time Iām winging it. Ok, most of the time. But what you see here is meāperfectly imperfect and genuinely grateful for every single one of you.
So hey, friendā¦thanks for being here. š¤