My First Loaf: Not Perfect, But Oh So Worth It

When I pulled my very first sourdough loaf out of the oven, I couldn’t help but laugh a little, it wasn’t exactly what I expected.

It was small. A little dense. Maybe a bit misshapen.
But you know what? I made bread. Out of what’s essentially flour, water, and salt. That felt like magic.

Even though it wasn’t bakery-beautiful, I was so proud. Cutting into it, tasting that warm, slightly tangy bite—it was exciting. That one little loaf lit a fire in me. I knew I had to keep going.

One Loaf at a Time

With each new batch, things started to change.
The crust got crunchier.
The inside got lighter.
The smell filled the house in the most comforting way.

Loaf by loaf, my confidence grew. I started learning the rhythm of sourdough, the feel of the dough, the patience it takes. And the best part? It was always worth it; even the so-so loaves were still bread. Still edible, still delicious, still something I made from scratch.

Practice Makes (Rustic) Perfect

Sourdough can sound intimidating. There are long rises, folds, rests, pre-shapes, final proofs… it’s a process, no doubt. But at the end of the day, it’s just bread. If it comes out a little flatter, taller, thicker, or chewier—it’s still good. It’s still yours.

And honestly? Some of my favourite loaves weren’t “perfect.” They were rustic, homemade, full of heart. Sometimes I get creative—add cheese, olives, cranberries, or herbs, and that’s part of the fun, too.

So if you’re just starting out, or eyeing sourdough with curiosity but hesitation, here’s your sign: just try.

Your first loaf might not be Instagram-worthy, but it’ll be real. And that’s more than enough.

– Shannon
Old Simcoe Sourdough