A Bakery Story
Last week I wrote about my years long search for a bakery space and my dream of a neighborhood bakery in the Fountain District. Writing stories is the best way I know to imagine the future.
The journal
A True Story: Mishaps of a Bicycling Baker
Until now, I’d always delivered to the front door of the restaurant.
A Dream of Trees
I spent the week in a borrowed cabin on the western slope of Chuckanut Mountain. From the narrow deck I watched the sky change.
A Week of Honey
I pull into the usual Skagit gas station twenty minutes early, park, drop the tailgate, and sit down to wait. Ten minutes later another truck pulls in beside me.
Bakery DreamingBusiness Values
What is bread?
Sometimes I find it useful to ask myself very obvious questions. The back of my kitchen notebook is full of scribbled answers. Where is home in five years? What's the purpose of this bakery?
The Gingerbread Forest
Finally, it's time for gingerbread! If you've forgotten this rather astonishing cake, it's everything a grown-up gingerbread should be: serious, complex, not too sweet.