Hi, I’m Liz Palmer.

I’m a mom to one, stepmom to two, co-owner of multiple businesses, and the person who decided that adding sourdough baking into an already chaotic life sounded like a great idea. Spoiler: it kind of was. There’s usually flour on my counter. Sometimes on the floor. Occasionally on a child. The kitchen is loud, messy, chaotic, and very much lived in because this is a home, not a studio set. When you’re juggling client calls, school pickups, household logistics, and the general chaos that comes with blended family life, there’s something genuinely grounding about sourdough. It’s the kind of relaxation that comes from doing something with your hands – something tangible, something with clear steps and visible progress. Sourdough demands that you slow down. You have to check your dough. You have to feel it. You have to develop an intuition for what it needs. When everything else feels completely out of control, creating something tangible and delicious with your hands feels like a small rebellion against the chaos. Like you took all that chaotic energy and turned it into a crusty, beautiful loaf of bread.