Thanks for stopping by Good Luck Bread!
In short: I’m a proud home cook with a thing for baking bread. I live in Seattle, and I’d love to make you dinner or bring you a frozen pizza.
Here’s the longer story.
I spent the first decade of my adult life working in public schools as a literacy and special education teacher. It was rewarding, challenging, and I was literally never bored. My work life was pretty good!
Even though I worked long hours as a teacher, I had the perk of ample vacation time. Every summer, I dove deeper and deeper into scratch cooking and bread baking, acquiring new habits like milling my own flour and rolling out tortillas.
Each fall when I returned to school, I had a harder and harder time balancing my demanding job and my cooking projects. I couldn’t bring myself to buy a french roll from the store for our banh mi when it would be so fun to try to make it myself! And while we’re waiting for that bread dough to rise, why don’t we pickle some diakon?
Dinnertime got later and later. (Sometimes I wonder if the real reason my husband thinks I’m a food genius is because I’m starving him before dinner.)
So that year, I decided to make dinner my work.
I cook dinner for people who are busy with other things. People with important work to do (and people to love) don’t always have time to eat the way they want to. Even if you’re not into project cooking, it takes a lot of planning, prep and resources to eat food that’s wholesome, sustainable, and tasty.
During the pandemic my husband and I also started making frozen pizza and delivering them to folks in Seattle—this accidentally turned in a bit of a frozen foods juggernaut and we operate a production kitchen in Sodo just for baking and sharing goodies.
There’s that Frederick Buechner quote about vocation, that it’s “the place where our deep gladness meets the world's deep need.” Well, I don’t think a really good banh mi is anyone’s deepest need, but it is a need. And it’s definitely my deep gladness.
I also, on occasion, teach sourdough bread baking classes, “pop up” to throw dinner parties, and writing about things like bagels, feminism, and body liberation.
I live in the Central District with Eric, a musician and my partner making pizza, and the ghost of Freyja, our well-loved black cat.
I’ve logged an absurd number of hours listening to podcasts. I also love to read, go for walks, and be in bed by 10pm.
Thank you for visiting! And do not hesitate to get in touch.