06/03/2026
Last night, I burned a loaf.
Not just any loaf—a lemon blueberry sourdough that had all the makings of something special. Hours of planning, mixing, fermenting, laminating, shaping, and waiting. It was beautiful going into the oven.
And then I left it in too long.
The outside came out black and crispy. Ruined. I was devastated. There was no way I could give it to the customer.
This morning, I finally cut it open.
And you know what?
The inside was absolutely beautiful.
A gorgeous swirl of lemon and blueberry. A perfect crumb. Sweet, soft, flavorful. Everything I had hoped it would be.
As I stood at the counter peeling away the burnt crust and feeding pieces to Jett—who was more than happy to help and seemed convinced I’d accidentally created the world’s greatest dog treat—it got me thinking.
Life does that to us sometimes.
We get burned by circumstances, disappointments, mistakes, loss, grief, criticism, or simply the weight of carrying too much for too long. We look at the outside and think we’re damaged, worn down, or ruined.
But often, underneath the parts that got singed, our heart is still there.
Still kind.
Still curious.
Still hopeful.
Still capable of creating something beautiful.
Sometimes the outside tells one story, while the inside tells another.
So if life has you feeling a little burnt around the edges lately, maybe give yourself the same grace I gave that loaf this morning.
You might discover there’s still something wonderful inside. ❤️🍋🫐🐾
