My friends call me Gaby, but you might know me as "Salty Girl"
I’ve never really felt pulled toward anything the way I’ve always been pulled toward food.
Cooking isn’t just something I do — it’s who I am. It’s how I express love. It’s how I feel grounded. It’s what makes me feel alive.
For so long, though, I didn’t believe I could build a real life from it. I tried to convince myself I was meant to do something else. After earning my bachelor’s in sociology, I still felt lost — like I was searching for something I couldn’t quite name. Deep down, it was always food. But I doubted myself. I didn’t think passion was enough.
When I followed my boyfriend to Europe, everything shifted. That’s where my sourdough journey truly began. I had baked my whole life, but I had never fallen into the magic of sourdough the way I did there. Once I started learning — really learning — I was completely hooked. The patience, the science, the artistry, the rhythm of it all… it felt like home to me.
When I came back to the U.S. and began sharing my bread with friends and family, something beautiful happened. They believed in me before I fully believed in myself. They told me to sell it. They told me this was special.
And from nothing but a dream and a whole lot of heart, Salty Girl was born.
What started in my kitchen slowly grew into something I could have never imagined. Strangers — now loyal customers — began reaching out just to try my sourdough, my cookies, my pasta. People I had never met trusting me with their tables, their families, their celebrations. That kind of support changes you. It made me braver. It made me dream bigger.
So I took the leap. I quit my job as a pastry chef and went all in on Salty Girl. Shortly after, my incredible boyfriend joined me, and together we built something that feels so much bigger than just a bakery. It’s a partnership. It’s a shared vision. It’s love poured into flour and water and time.
Six months later, we’re still learning every single day. We’re still creating intentionally. Still choosing quality. Still pouring our whole hearts into everything we make.
None of this exists without you. Every order, every kind message, every market morning — it all matters more than you know. I am endlessly grateful.
If 10-year-old Gaby could see me now, covered in flour and chasing the dream she always quietly held in her heart, she would be so unbelievably proud.
Don’t give up on what sets your soul on fire.
Keep going. Keep working. Keep believing — even when it feels scary.
And hold tight to the people who believe in you when you’re still learning to believe in yourself.