How Making Bread Changed My Life

By DFH

I didn’t plan to fall in love with bread. It started with a simple moment—my daughter Regina asked if we could learn to make sourdough together. I said yes, thinking it would just be a fun little project.

What I didn’t expect was how much I needed it.

At the time, I was quietly spiraling down a dark path. Life felt heavy, uncertain, and honestly, I was struggling. From the outside, everything seemed fine—but inside, I felt disconnected and overwhelmed.

Then came the starter. Just flour and water. So simple, it almost felt silly. But every day, as I fed it, watched it bubble, and saw life grow from almost nothing—it gave me something to care for. It gave me a rhythm, a reason to slow down.

It might seem too small or trivial—how could baking bread change a life? But for me, it truly did. It reminded me of the joy in simple things I didn’t know I needed. It became my anchor, a quiet act of healing. And over time, it became my quiet rebellion against the pressure to rush, produce, and push through.

Bread doesn’t hurry. It doesn’t ask for perfection. It just asks for presence. And in showing up for it, I began to show up for myself in new ways. I found calm in the process, peace in the waiting, and softness in a season where I had felt hardened.

Now, Wild Petunia is the natural continuation of that journey. It’s about more than bread—it’s about slowing down, reconnecting, and sharing something real and nourishing with the people around me.

Thank you for being here.

Rustic loaves. Real ingredients. Wild soul.