Well, it's almost time to start baking again. Or rather, to start production baking. I've been doing plenty of home baking in these weeks since the last farmer's market. Just yesterday I made nine loaves of bread and six dozen cookies to take on our weekend ski trip. We're going to be so busy eating it might be hard to find time to ski. But when we do head out, we'll have plenty of butter, chocolate, and PB&J sandwiches to keep us going.
I'll be keeping my sourdough warm by the wood stove all weekend, and come Tuesday, it's back to the bakery to get ready for the first week of the Winter Bread Subscription. If you were unlucky enough to miss signing up, don't despair. For an extra $1 a loaf, you can still buy bread for pick up on the website. Orders must be placed by Sunday night for pick up the following Wednesday. On the menu for next week are Red & White, Mountain Rye, and Oats & Honey.
Wednesday Bread Pickup:
I'll also be at the Winter Farmers Market next weekend (third Saturday of the month January - March) with a full lineup of breads and pastries. Stop by to stock up, or refuel, for the Bellingham Womxn's March.
Acme Farms + Kitchen has pulled together the ultimate bake sale fundraiser with donations from a dozen other rad local food businesses (myself included). Order a cookie box online to sample treats from bakers across Bellingham. 100% of the proceeds will go to the Mount Baker Planned Parenthood. This is an excellent reason to eat cookies.
I find it hard to feel anything but dread and disempowerment in the face of our national political clusterfuck. You (and I) should probably still scream and shout and take to the streets and write our representatives about national issues, even when it feels like no one is listening. But just as important is taking political action in our communities where our voices, our bodies, our dollars, can have a real and understandable impact. I don't do enough. I get busy, or money is tight, or I'm tired or distracted or too shy to step forward. I make excuses. But making and sharing food, that's easy. And I care about women's rights and reproductive health in a visceral, angry, desperate way that makes baking for this fundraiser a foregone conclusion, as well as a reminder of how much more I need to be doing. So I'll bake cookies this week, and then I'll try harder to speak out, to find five dollars or five minutes to give when I feel tight-fisted with my money or time. I'll try to stand up, even when my shyness is a heart-pounding, brain-scattering, muscle-paralyzing force holding me down. I'll try to remember that even at the end of the world, there's work to be done. If not us, who? If not now, when?
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