Fresh from the hearth.
There’s something so grounding about pulling a golden loaf from the oven — crackled crust, wild fermentation, and that quiet moment where the whole kitchen smells like home. This sourdough rose slow and steady, shaped by time, warmth, and a little bit of patience… just the way bread should be.
Flour-dusted hands, a warm Dutch oven, and a simple country loaf — no frills, just honest food made with care. This is the kind of bread you tear into while butter melts, windows are open, and life feels just a little softer.
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