Sourdough is proof that when you sit, rest, and wait, beautiful things can happen.

The world is always in a hurry.

But much to the dismay of my parents, I was never good at moving fast. I’m late to everything, I eat slowly, and it seems like it takes me at least 10x longer to complete a task than the average person.

I used to think it was a weakness —that is, until I made sourdough.

The first time I made a starter from scratch, I remember wondering how letting flour and water sit on my counter could possibly turn into something worth spreading butter on. But after feeding it and doing literally nothing else, it turned into something new. .

Bubbles formed, proving there was life blooming. And when I finally made my first loaf, I realized there was something new happening to me as well.

I am slow. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like I should be moving faster to keep up with the world. But making sourdough planted the question in me that changed everything:

What if moving too fast is causing us to miss what we were made for?

After all, I could skip the sourdough part and add yeast. Or hell, I could even just buy a loaf of pre-sliced bread from the supermarket. But then I’d never discover something that is healthier, more satisfying, and so much more full of life.

The flour already has everything it needs to be what it was meant to be. And to turn flour into bread, it doesn’t need more ingredients or effort —it actually needs less. It just needs rest.

Maybe you do too.

If you’re here looking for sourdough recipes, you’re in the right place.

If you’re looking for permission to slow down, I can help with that too.

-The Slow Artisan

About me

I’m Jeana, the writer, artist and baker of this blog.

I grew up in Colorado but I now live in Barcelona with my husband and two kids.