Once upon a time, in a kitchen filled with the warm scent of freshly baked bread, a tiny bubbling jar of sourdough starter was passed from grandmother to granddaughter. It wasn’t just flour and water—it was history, love, and a little bit of magic.

That granddaughter was me, Alina. And that jar? It became the heart of every loaf I’ve baked since.

Growing up, bread wasn’t just food in our home; it was a ritual. A dance of patience and time. My grandmother’s hands would knead the dough with care, whispering stories as the gluten stretched and strengthened. She taught me that good bread takes time and that every loaf carries the energy of the hands that made it.

Years later, through life’s twists and turns, I found myself returning to the simplicity of sourdough. It grounded me. Whether I was designing loungewear or chasing my little one around, there was something deeply comforting about knowing that, at the end of the day, there would be a warm, golden-crusted loaf waiting.

That’s why Loaf Story was born—not just as a business but as a way to share the magic of real, slow-fermented bread with others. Every loaf I bake carries a piece of my journey, from my grandmother’s kitchen to yours. It’s not just about good bread. It’s about connection, tradition, and the kind of nourishment that feeds the soul as much as the body.

So welcome to Loaf Story. I hope every bite brings you warmth, comfort, and a little taste of home.

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With love & flour,

Alina