aloha mai kākou,
A small, naturally leavened bakery on the north shore of Maui. Wild starter raised in trade winds. Organic high-protein flour. Loaves and bagels, by subscription.
Both made the slow way.
No. 01
pan rustique
Organic high-protein flour, sea salt, water, wild starter. That is the entire ingredient list. Three days from feed to oven. A dark blistered crust, an open custardy crumb, the kind of tang that means time was taken. Holds up to good butter and to nothing at all.
boiled, not steamed
A real bagel. Boiled in barley malt water, then baked dark. Chewy in the middle, crackled and shiny on the outside. For the diaspora who moved to Maui and started forgetting what Sunday morning used to taste like. Plain, sesame, or everything.
No. 02
She lives in a jar on the kitchen counter, older than the bakery itself.
She started in a coffee cup in a Paia kitchen, took two weeks to wake up, and has been bubbling ever since. We feed her every morning. She is a little bit of family.
The trade winds blow through screened windows night and day. Whatever lives in the air on this island, she has caught and kept. Mango blossom. Salt mist. The yeast that drifts off the cane fields after a burn. That is the flavor in your bread. It is not from anywhere else.
The honest version of a subscription. No marketing tricks. Built for an island that knows when something is real and when it is not.
Weekly or every other week. One loaf, two loaves, half-dozen bagels, or the whole bundle.
Pickup at a north shore handoff point on bake day. Delivery on the north shore corridor between Kahului and Hāna side, within a defined radius.
Loaves come out of the oven in the morning. They reach you the same day, still warm enough to fog the bag.
Going off island? Skip. Friends visiting? Add a loaf. Cancel anytime, no quiz, no guilt.
Pickup spots, delivery zones, prices, and bake days are still being finalized. Drop your email below and you will be the first to know exactly when, where, and how much.
I grew up eating bread that meant something. Then I moved to Maui, and for a long time I could not find it. So I learned to bake. Badly at first. Then less badly. Then, after enough Saturdays, well enough that friends started asking if they could buy a loaf.
ShakaDough is what happened next. It is a one-person bakery, run out of a small kitchen in Paia, with one oven and one starter and a lot of patience. There is no shop yet. Maybe there will be. For now, there is bread on bake day, and a list of people waiting for it.
If you are on this page, you are probably one of those people. Mahalo for being early. I will not let you down.
Aloha, Manoela
Subscriptions open in waves so we can actually keep up. Drop your email and your side of the island. We reach out before the next bake day.