Bubba Goodcrumb sends my imagination straight to a little bakery in Tuscany. The door is open to the morning, warm bread perfumes a narrow stone street, and somewhere behind the counter, a baker with flour on his forearms is pulling another loaf from the oven. You hear the crust crackle. Suddenly, you have nowhere more important to be. That’s the romance of their sourdough starter: a living thing, a little patience, and the promise of bringing some of that beauty into your own kitchen. Bread made for tearing apart at a wooden table, dipping into peppery olive oil, and sharing with someone whose company makes lunch last until dusk. Pour the wine. 5 stars
Nicole D.
Google review · October 2026



