Eight generations. 175 years of wild yeast. The love of being in the kitchen started from the very beginning for me—licking a spoon of frosting while Mom put the finishing touches on a wedding cake, gobbling up sourdough waffles Dad made on Sunday mornings, and mixing carrot cake with Grandma’s big wooden spoon. Baking is how we connect. Every kitchen creating something to share. For me, baking is showing love. It’s giving something that took time and carrying on a tradition of sharing it with the next generation.