Sourdough Noir Kit

Our Sourdough Noir kit includes an organic flour mélange, chocolate chips, and recipe card with tips. All you'll need is your starter and experience to give rise to a rustic, crisp-crust, creamy-crumbed center cacao sourdough.

We love it thickly sliced, then toasted and slathered with butter. A single taste of this bread, and you’ll know there’s no denying the truth: it’s killer.

Sourdough Noir Step 1

SERGEANT: The dame needs dough—and lots of it.

DETECTIVE: Needing dough ain’t a crime. We all gotta earn a living.

SERGEANT: Yeah, but this dame, she’s dough-obsessed. And I wanna know why.

DETECTIVE: You think she might be mixed up in something dark?

SERGEANT: If the dame’s dark, she’s got company—folks around here are eating right out of her hands. Word on the street, people call her ‘Mother Culture.’

DETECTIVE: ‘Mother Culture’? Sounds kinda civilized-like. Nourishing, even.

SERGEANT: Sure, there’s a warmth to her. But trust me, this is one whip-tangy dame.

DETECTIVE: Could be a sticky situation. You got any proof?

SERGEANT: For starters, she’s always out there measuring—you know, like she’s weighing her options. There’s percentage signs in the dame’s eyes.

DETECTIVE: You’re saying her every move seems calculated?

SERGEANT: More like she acts in a well-defined sequence. With a meditative quality, in fact.

DETECTIVE: About this dame, appears we’re gonna have to separate the wheat from the chaff.

SERGEANT: How ’bout I roll it out for ya? Dame walks around like she’s the toast of the town. Bubbly, with a spring in her step. When it comes to wit, she’s razor-sharp. And one-liners? Hers are daggers studded with black diamonds.

DETECTIVE: Slow it down, Sarg. You’re talking like the dame’s a real plum.

SERGEANT: What can I say? Once, I caught sight of her through a windowpane. The dame was lit up by a long stretch of light—it was breathtaking!

DETECTIVE: Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for her?

DETECTIVE: I won’t deny it. Dame’s got depth—we’re talking a will of cast-iron. But something tells me she’s soft inside, too. I’m set on finding out the truth.

DETECTIVE: What’s your plan, lover-boy?

SERGEANT: Way I see it, this investigation’s gotta be three-fold. Step one: sift through the evidence. Step two: find out what the dame’s doing with all the dough. And step three: taste the goods, if you know what I mean.

DETECTIVE: If that ain’t bound to get hot and steamy! You looking to get a rise out of her.

SERGEANT: A rise? That’s exactly what I’m after.

DETECTIVE: Ah, life—nothing but a bitter-sweet symphony.

SERGEANT: Now that gives me something to chew on . . .