Little letters, big crumbs – from the kitchen, the kiln, and the chaos.
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A cozy, lived-in image – maybe your countertop mid-bake, notebook beside a cooling loaf, sunlight on flour.
🐐 Because good stories (and good bread) rise slowly.
Every month (give or take a goat-related interruption), I send out Goat Notes – short, handwritten-style letters from the Loaf & Lore kitchen.
They’re equal parts recipes, reflections, and real life:
a blend of sourdough tips and soft truths, baking wins and messy metaphors.
Sometimes it’s a new recipe that came out perfect.
Sometimes it’s one that didn’t, but taught me something anyway.
And sometimes it’s a quiet reminder that making things by hand; and heart, is still worth it.
If you love a good story, a good loaf, and the comfort of being understood – you’re in the right place!
✉️ What You’ll Get When You Join the Herd
- 🍞 Tried-and-true recipes (and a few experiments worth repeating)
- 🌿 Real notes from the Loaf & Lore kitchen – the wins, the flops, and everything in between
- 🐐 Early peeks at new workshops and cottage bakes
- 💭 Essays and reflections that read like a conversation, not a campaign
No spam. No fake urgency. Just handmade words, baked goods, and the occasional life lesson – all sent straight from my kitchen table to your inbox.
💬 What Readers Say
“Every Goat Note feels like sitting down with a friend who brought snacks and perspective.”
– A member of the herd
“It’s part recipe card, part therapy, part magic. My favorite email of the month.”
– Probably your future self
🧡 Join the Loaf List
Ready to get your Goat Notes?
Sign up below, and I’ll send the next batch your way – fresh out of the oven and still a little warm.
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(No spam, no sharing, no nonsense – just good stories, real recipes, and a little bit of goat energy.)
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A flatlay: loaf, recipe card, maybe a mug with your logo — simple, soft, human.
🐐 P.S.
If you’re new here, go read where it all began – “The Goats Ate My Clothes” – the story that made me fall in love with chaos, carbs, and community.