Why Sourdough Changed The Way I Cook (and live)

Sourdough changed more than the bread I baked — it changed the way I moved through my days.

At first, I started baking sourdough for practical reasons. I wanted better food for my family, fewer ingredients, and something nourishing that didn’t come from a package. But somewhere between feeding a starter and waiting for dough to rise, something shifted.

Sourdough taught me to slow down.

It taught me that good things take time — that rushing doesn’t improve the outcome, and that paying attention matters. You can’t force fermentation. You can’t hurry flavor. You learn to watch, adjust, and trust the process.

That mindset slowly began to spill into the rest of my life.

I found myself cooking more from scratch, not because I had to, but because it felt grounding. I became more intentional with our days, our meals, and even our learning at home. Bread became a rhythm — something predictable in a world that often feels loud and rushed.

Sourdough also taught me grace.

Not every loaf turns out perfectly. Some overproof. Some underbake. And yet, we still eat them. We still learn from them. The same is true with homemaking, homeschooling, and building a life rooted in intention — perfection was never the goal.

If you’re here because you love sourdough, or because you’re craving a slower pace, I hope this space reminds you that small, simple practices can lead to deeper change. One loaf at a time.