The end of the year, and of my baking season, is inching ever closer. Two more markets (including today), and then... I don't quite know what. I have endless and extravagant winter plans (community woodfired oven! cold smoker! bakery visits! bike trip!) but since none of them are yet pinned down, the coming months still feel wonderfully and intimidatingly open.
I'm sure I'll fit in a few big bakes between all those projects and adventures, so don't worry, you don't have to stockpile three whole months of bread. But since I don't yet know when I'll be baking again, or how I'll be selling/distributing, you might want to hoard just a little. To that end, I'm taking pre-orders for the last market, so that if you want to take home extra bread (or pastry!) you won't clear me out and deprive all the other customers of their glutenous satisfaction. If you want a 2 kg loaf of Mountain Rye or Smoky Vollkornbrot (yes! I found a smoker to borrow!), a 1.6 kg sandwich loaf of Red & White, or an unusual number of any of my other staples, please let me know by the middle of next week.
And don't forget to place your holiday order by next Tuesday!
With all that business out of the way, you can go home and curl up with a steamy mug of milky tea (or black coffee, if you prefer), a sweet treat, and a book, while the rain drips down the windows. I have all the usual treats, plus a wonderfully decadent winter cake, a sort of harvest celebration, stuffed with apples, raisins, and hazelnuts, layered with pear butter and red wine plum butter, and wrapped up in a rich apple cider buttercream (oh my!). And I have all the best toast breads for you, too: cinnamon raisin, twice fermented apple & oat, mountain rye.
I'm already dreaming of my evening book date and the sun's not even up. I came home from Henderson's the other day with a fantastically tall stack of new (used) books to complement the teetering pile beside my bed, lay down on the rug in my room with the books spread all around me and my tea at my elbow and read for hours. Sharon Olds' devastating chronicle of the end of her marriage, Stag's Leap, cover to cover, and then a bit of James Rebanks' tranquil, clear-eyed book on family and farming in the British Lake District, and finally an indulgent trip into the charming, witty world of Georgette Heyer till I was laughing out loud. It was perfect. I hope your day is just as sweet.