We recently had the chance to connect with Kyle Ward and have shared our conversation below.
Kyle , a huge thanks to you for investing the time to share your wisdom with those who are seeking it. We think it’s so important for us to share stories with our neighbors, friends and community because knowledge multiples when we share with each other. Let’s jump in: What is a normal day like for you right now?
Most mornings, I don’t rise with the sun I rise with the soft buzz of a 9:30 alarm and the pull of a cozy routine I’ve grown to love. I stretch, blink off the sleep, and make my way to the kitchen where the day officially begins.
Breakfast comes first , always high-protein to keep me full and focused. Maybe it’s eggs with avocado, a breakfast bowl, or a Greek yogurt mix that feels more like dessert. While the skillet sizzles or the blender hums, I check in on my sourdough starter ,give her a good feed and a little nod of encouragement. She’s part of the rhythm now.
Work kicks in not long after. I settle into the flow, tackling tasks and answering emails, moving through the kind of busy that fills the hours without much fanfare. By the time lunch rolls around ,a quick 30-minute pause , I pull together something simple and satisfying. Usually leftovers, or something I can eat while half-reading.
The afternoon stretches on. But around 4:30 or 5, I close the laptop, exhale, and make my matcha. It’s a moment I carve out on purpose ,whisking slowly, pouring with care, sipping with both hands. That’s my little ceremony, my quiet reset before the evening begins.
Dinner follows,often whatever I’ve been craving or something comforting I can pull together in under an hour. If it’s a sourdough day, I shape or bake after the kitchen’s been wiped down. If not, I just enjoy the peace.
By nightfall, I’m winding down, maybe brainstorming recipes or scrolling for farmhouse inspiration. The lights dim, the day softens, and I tuck everything away, ready to start again tomorrow.
Can you briefly introduce yourself and share what makes you or your brand unique?
I grew up where the porch light stayed on late and good food came from someone’s hands, not a box. These days, I live in an apartment, but the spirit of that small town kitchen is still with me.
Farmhouse Flat is my way of bringing a little bit of that homegrown comfort into everyday life. It is where I share cozy recipes, slow moments, and the kind of stories that remind you that you do not need a farmhouse to feel grounded. Just good food, a little tradition, and your own two hands.
Pull up a chair. I saved you a seat.
Thanks for sharing that. Would love to go back in time and hear about how your past might have impacted who you are today. Who were you before the world told you who you had to be?
I was the girl barefoot in the grass, tasting sun-warmed tomatoes off the vine. The one who talked too loud when she got excited and quieted down when the room felt wrong. I was curious. Tender. Brave in my own way.
I made pretend kitchens in the backyard and believed Sunday dinners were the most important part of the week. I watched hands knead dough, shell peas, and wipe sweat from their brows without complaint. I thought love looked a lot like service and warmth lived in the details.
I didn’t worry about being too much or not enough. I just was you know ,full of wonder, reaching for something sweet, something true.
When you were sad or scared as a child, what helped?
When I was scared as a child, I did not cry out loud or run to hide. I opened a book.
Reading was my escape. It was a quiet way to leave the room without ever leaving at all. I would curl up in the corner of my bed or under a blanket on the porch and slip into a different world. One where things made sense. Where the girl always found her way. Where the scary parts were just part of the plot, not the end of the story.
Books held me when nothing else could. They gave me language for feelings I did not know how to name. They made me feel safe, seen, and far away from whatever fear I was holding in my chest.
Even now, when the world feels heavy or loud, I reach for words. Reading still gives me a way out. But writing has become my way back in.
I think our readers would appreciate hearing more about your values and what you think matters in life and career, etc. So our next question is along those lines. What important truth do very few people agree with you on?
No matter what you say or do, someone will always have something to say about it. So you might as well live the way you want to live. Speak the truth. Wear the outfit. Start the thing. Be bold or be soft, but let it be your choice.
Because if you are going to be judged either way, you might as well be free.
Thank you so much for all of your openness so far. Maybe we can close with a future oriented question. What is the story you hope people tell about you when you’re gone?
She was the kind of woman who made things feel like home. Not just in her kitchen, but in her presence. She made you feel seen, even when you could not find the words. She told the truth, even when it cracked the room wide open. And still, there was kindness in her honesty.
She turned small spaces into sacred ones. She taught us that you do not need much. Just good food, a steady heart, and the courage to live as yourself.
She never chased perfection. She chased meaning. And she gave us permission to do the same.
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- Website: https://Farmhouseflat.com
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