28/03/2026
It has been such a huge week and as weird as it feels to be baking in my home kitchen again, it also feels...right.
On Sunday, we took the kids to the bakehouse one last time. None of my girls remember a life before Wildcraft. Rayyan was 18 months when it moved into Unit 13, and Nadia and Norah have grown up in that warehouse. So, walking the space that had held so much of our life was so hard. They told stories we’d forgotten and cried while we held them.
On Monday, I handed over the keys, and the doors closed on Wildcraft as it was.
Now it’s Friday, and I’m standing in my kitchen.
A radically different space in which to try and remember how to bake like this again.
The oven is too small, the heat is uneven and everything feels weird.
But today… I made focaccia.
Nothing fancy, just a simple herb and salt crusted slab. I went back to basics and tweaked the recipe, and it was honestly the most beautiful focaccia I’ve had in years.
Crisp, soft, salty and warm. I couldn't even wait for it to cool down completely before cutting fingers off it to dip in a tiny bowl of balsamic vinegar and olive oil. My whole house smells divine!
Maybe this is how it begins again? Smaller, simpler...but still full of magic ✨
And it reminded me of something important. Wildcraft was never the building. It was always this! The creativity, the intuition and the refusal to settle for average bread.
It is really starting to feel real now. That this is the beginning of something new. And Im looking forward to seeing what it grows into!
If you want to be part of it, the GoFundMe to turn my garage into a microbakery is still going and the link is in the bio. Every little helps! 💛