Hi, I'm Sam — a wife, a mom, a Swifty.

I bake sourdough because it makes me genuinely, ridiculously happy — and because sharing a fresh loaf with someone is one of the best feelings in the world.

The Feral Loaf started as a love affair with bread that quietly took over my kitchen, my weekends, and honestly, my whole personality. No regrets.

The story

How it all started

It started the way most great obsessions do — slowly, then all at once. I fell in love with the process of sourdough: the way a simple mix of flour, water, and salt transforms over hours into something alive, something that fills the whole house with the kind of smell that makes people stop what they're doing.

What I didn't expect was how much joy it would bring me to share it. Dropping off a warm loaf, watching someone's face when they slice into it for the first time, getting a text that just says "that bread was unreal" — that's the whole point. That's why I do this.

Every loaf is made by hand, in small batches, with slow fermentation and zero shortcuts. I'm not trying to scale up or speed up. I'm trying to make the best possible bread and get it into the hands of people who'll actually appreciate it.

Made with love

Every loaf gets my full attention — from feeding the starter to scoring the dough to pulling it from the oven at exactly the right moment. There's no autopilot here.

Baked to a soundtrack

Bake days are long, and I love every minute. Music and podcasts keep me company from the first fold to the final bake — the kitchen has good energy, and I think the bread can tell.

Shared with neighbors

The Feral Loaf is rooted in the STL Metro community. Local pickup, local delivery, and a genuine belief that good bread makes neighborhoods better.

Behind the scenes

A day in the kitchen

Bake days start early and run long — and I genuinely love it. There's something meditative about the rhythm of sourdough: mixing, folding, waiting, shaping, waiting again. It demands patience, and it rewards it.

I've got a playlist for every mood and a podcast queue that never runs out. The kitchen is my happy place. By the time the loaves come out of the oven, I've probably listened to three episodes of something and danced around the kitchen at least once.

The best part of the whole day? Knowing those loaves are heading to someone's table. That never gets old.

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