Pots and Pans paperwork done

Somewhere Along the Way, This Became Real

It began with flour, water and a need to find something that made me feel like myself again.At first, I was simply baking. Learning, experimenting and trying again whenever something went wrong. Then someone wanted to buy a loaf. Then they returned for another. Slowly, without any grand announcement, my kitchen became a bakery.Now there are orders to organise, labels to print, ingredients to prepare and bake days that make me wonder why I did not grow two extra pairs of hands.It is tiring, messy and sometimes completely overwhelming.

It is also mine.

I built it one loaf at a time, through hot kitchens, failed experiments, very late nights and mornings when the starter was ready before I was.There is still so much I want to improve. But every now and then, I need to stop looking at what comes next and recognise what already exists.A real little bakery. Built from the ground up, right here in my home.