Welcome! I’m Andie, the unlikely purveyor of One Wild Loaf. I’m so glad you are here.

One Wild Loaf began, as all good bread does, in a season of change. Life took some wild turns, and the only thing to do was to keep tending the starter — feeding what was still alive, even when everything else felt uncertain. Over time, the quiet rises came. Slow, steady, and real.

Every loaf is a reflection of that process — a mix of patience and unpredictability, order and wildness. No two are quite the same, and that’s the beauty of it. Each one reminds us that even when life doesn’t go to plan, something good can still take shape. Something nourishing. Something enough.

Here, we celebrate the art of the rise — wild, imperfect, and full of heart.

After losing nearly everything — my parents, my brother, my marriage, and even connection with my oldest son — I found myself standing at the edge of a life I no longer recognized. My days were filled with work, exhaustion, and survival: growing a Lifestyle Medicine coaching practice, homeschooling, teaching classes, cooking, delivery driving, doing whatever I could to stay afloat. I had no family nearby, no real support system — just motion and determination.

Then one day, a package arrived from a friend across the country — a small envelope of dehydrated sourdough starter and a note of encouragement. I almost laughed. I barely had time to breathe — and now I was supposed to feed dough?

But something in me said yes.

I rehydrated that starter, watched the bubbles form, and felt — for the first time in a long time — something living and growing because of my care. I named her Stephanie.

Stephanie became more than a starter; she became my companion, my practice of patience, and my therapist. Every rise and fall in that bowl mirrored my own — unpredictable, wild, and beautifully alive.

And then something curious happened. Each time I baked my sandwich bread, I’d pull two loaves from the oven — made from the same dough, baked in the same pans, side by side — yet one always came out perfect and the other came out wild. Every time.

That became the story of my life in bread form — proof that even when you do everything the same way, life still has its own plans. Sometimes you get the calm, sometimes the chaos — and both can be beautiful.

That’s how One Wild Loaf was born.

It’s not just bread. It’s a reminder that life can fall apart and still rise again — imperfect, unpredictable, but deeply, soulfully alive.