Our Story
A very small operation, run mostly at kid height.
There's a jar of starter on our windowsill that is older than my youngest son. Feeding it was my job for about a week before it became a two-boy job, and after that came the shaping, and then the naming of loaves, and then some very strong opinions about scoring patterns.
We bake to order, in our home kitchen, in a regular oven, a few loaves at a time. My oldest weighs flour to the gram and takes the whole thing extremely seriously. My youngest is in charge of morale, quality-control tasting, and getting flour onto surfaces that did not need flour.
That's the entire business. Small things, done about as well as we know how. Which, if you ask the boys, makes them epic.