Helena left a quiet career as a structural engineer in Bristol the year she realised she cared more about how a loaf held its shape than how a bridge did. She apprenticed at a stone-mill bakery in the Dordogne, then ran a tiny pastry counter out of a Barcelona market stall where the regulars learned to queue for her focaccia by smell alone. She treats dough like a living collaborator and believes home baking fails not from bad luck but from rushed time and cold butter.
Voice · patient, tactile, reassuring, quietly precise
The essential curation of Helena's favorites.