A Little Story
In the summer of 2016, my friend gifted me two homemade loaves of sourdough bread. Wrapped in a light brown linen bag, I held them gently on my lap on the 7 train. I smiled with delight and anticipation of that first bite...second bite...third! I imagined the ways in which I would enjoy it...
Thick slices of juicy summer tomatoes and a sprinkling of zataar or garam masala. A touch of sea salt. Butter, oh jam! Decadent creme fraiche drizzled with olive oil and topped with smoked salmon. A perfectly poached egg with fresh thyme or basil. The ways to enjoy this Sacred bread (Yes, Sacred! That is what it feels like when you eat it!) was endless, but the bread wasn't! I'd never had great tasting bread like this in my entire life! My body felt good when I ate it! I soon asked my friend to pass along her starter and her bread baking knowledge. In the midst of the hot and humid NYC summer, we began.
I didn't know it, but the seed of Little Wildbranch Bakery was planted at that moment. Sourdough starter, flour, water and salt. My gentle friend and all of her thoughtfulness, generosity and care. Our love for REAL FOOD and each other.