I spent my first night in our new house in a nest of blankets, surrounded by boxes, and woke this morning in the predawn silence wary and disoriented. The light was wrong, and the noises, and most of all, the smell. How long does it take to change the underlying scent of a house? How many loaves of bread baked and pots of tea steeped before it smells like home?
The commercial kitchen, at least, smelled wonderful this morning. I went a little shortbread crazy yesterday. Brown Butter, of course, but also Nibby Buckwheat, Toasted Hazelnut & Molasses, and Orange Cardamom Rye.
Also in the market boxes: Mountain Rye, Smoky Vollkornbrot, and, back by popular demand, Cinnamon Raisin, along with the usual pastries. Come on down to the Market Depot for your bread and cookies. It's not even raining!
See you soon.
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