Our Story
Ten years of
building by hand
When Steve and Anna first walked this land, they didn't see acreage. They saw a kitchen. A table. A place where the recipes Steve's grandmother brought from Hungary could live on — not in a cookbook, but in the smell of bread rising from a wood-fire oven.
The best bread I ever tasted was my grandmother's potato bread. I still make it her way — and now I share it with everyone who walks through the gate.Steve Szilagyi
Over a decade, Steve cleared the land, laid stone, built a cob oven by hand, and converted a garage into a kitchen. Their two children — both passionate cooks — grew up here. The farm isn't something they built. It's something they became.
