Stolen fruit & the market menu

I woke this morning in the dark to the sound of rain outside and Do You Realize? inside my head. I had a ceramics teacher in high school who I remember playing nothing but The Flaming Lips and Queen for the four years I spent in her classroom. Maybe there were occasional forays into the Talking Heads, but in my memory the studio is a weird, welcoming basement sanctuary, with Jodie in her thrift store clothes and striped stockings like some funky, alien teacher species, the comforting brrrr of the wheels, grey rain outside the windows, clay centered and smooth under my hands, and Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots on the stereo. Such is the memory-rousing power of The Flaming Lips. 

And with that entirely irrelevant digression over, let me tell you about what I'm bringing to market today. I've been gleaning (not really stealing, and sometimes, as when the trees are obviously on private property and not forgotten at the edge of a development, or leaning gnarled and unharvested into an alley, I even get permission!) a wonderful bounty of plums, pears, and apples. This week I've put them to use in one bread--Cinnamon Apple--and a few fall-flavored pastries: Plum & Anise Torte, Apple Cake (in that order; this beast is more apple than cake), and some little Poached Pear Tarte Tatin. Also Rosemary Polenta, Red & White, and Mountain Rye breads. 

Available for Wednesday preorder: Rosemary Sea Salt, Apple Cinnamon, and Mountain Rye bread, Royal Granola (I'm out today), and Brown Butter Shortbread by the half dozen. 

Time to climb into my rain gear and pedal off down the hill.

See you soon!

Sophie