The Starter
Older than most marriages.
Our mother starter was born in 1987 in a San Francisco kitchen. She's been fed every morning since. Every loaf we bake carries her in it โ that tang, that lift, that thing you can't explain but immediately recognize when you tear open the bag.
We bake once a day. What's gone is gone. We don't freeze, don't rush, don't cut corners on the ferment. The crust crackling you hear across the counter? That's 36 hours of patience, right there.
Year our starter was born
Minimum cold ferment
Wild yeast. No commercial yeast, ever.
One bake. What's gone is gone.

















