Homemade bread found it’s way into our life when our baby was born - although I tend to avoid carbs (trendy!), I knew there was no way our quickly growing baby wouldn’t eat bread. Many months of trial and error, cookbooks from Kelli, failed and lost starters, began to yield the breads you can now order from us.

While I got craftier at baking various things, there was still something missing both philosophically and palatably from my bread…we had moved to our North Georgia home and were starting to find very local sources for meat, eggs. We were already members of a CSA north of Atlanta. This food tastes different - more like itself - than the food we buy from the grocery store. There is no simpler way of putting it.

Finding a Georgia based farm that grows and mills their own flour proved the final step in creating the bread I wanted to pass along; bread that tastes like home almost profoundly, and that also depicts how I want people to think about their food. Where did it come from? What is it made of? By whom was it made? What does local even mean?

We can really change our community when we buy local things. We meet people. We do favors for neighbors. We learn things outside of our comfort zone and appreciate people, and what they do, that much more. It’s really great!

So, you’ve joined my path at least slightly and for that I’m glad. If you are here in GA, or visiting sometime soon, have some bread.

Josh