Our story
I’ve cooked and baked through some very tough times, I’ve cried in my sourdough more than once. But it’s cooking and baking that has and is carrying me through many devastating moments. I’ve have a blood condition that for some never affects their lives. For me it resulted in 3 miscarriages, a cerebral thrombosis, 3 strokes and if that’s not enough throw in terminal cancer (that’s a new problem)
The latest diagnosis really put me in a tale spin. Lucky for me I have a beautiful daughter that has given me a reason to keep smiling. We cook, she cooks for me, and our spice drawer is overflowing. I owned a bakery (The Goad Loaf) for 10 years and loved it. I had a saying : baking requires, science, patience, art and heart. After the strokes I was depressed and withdrew from people. After a terminal diagnosis I realized that hiding has only amplified my sadness. And so it begins, dinner parties, a sit down birthday party for 20, super bowl parties, lunches with people from my past, a great reunion of « loafers », and hosting all the holidays. The best part is that I’m the sous chef and Genevieve takes food to a level that beyond my expectations. She had shown me that I’m not my broken body but someone who can still bring joy, calories , and gratitude to others at our table.