Our story
Not just a bakery.A calling.
Read slowly
Some people say ‘I love you’ with words.
I say it with bread.
I
Flour & Crumb Bakehouse was born from loss and love.
Our daughter was born still,
at thirty-nine weeks.
For GabrielleHer name, if you want it here. One line is enough.
II
In Gabrielle's wordsThe days after. What the quiet in the house was like, and what you needed most. This is the heart of the page, and only you can write it.
III
Gabrielle found her way back to herself through baking.
In Gabrielle's wordsThe first thing you baked after. What it felt like to make something with your hands again.
IV
Sir Rise-A-Lot.
Our wild sourdough starter. Fed daily, nurtured with care, and filled with more love than words can hold.
In Gabrielle's wordsHow he got his name, and what it means to tend something living every single day.
V
Every loaf she bakes carries that with it.
Three days of patience, shaped by hand, for your table.
Where flour becomes something beautiful.
Thank you for reading, and for letting us bake for you.